“Full of Life Now” by Walt Whitman

Full of life now, compact, visible, 
I, forty years old the eighty-third year of the  
     States, 
To one a century hence or any number of 
     centuries hence, 
To you yet unborn these, seeking you. 

When you read these I that was visible am 
     become invisible, 
Now it is you, compact, visible, realizing my 
     poems, seeking me, 
Fancying how happy you were if I could be with 
     you and become your comrade; 
Be it as if I were with you. (Be not too certain but I 
     am now with you.)