“Full of Life Now” by Walt Whitman
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.)