| 1 AS nearing departure, |
| As the time draws nigh, glooming, a cloud, |
| A dread beyond, of I know not what, darkens me. |
| 2 I shall go forth, |
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I shall traverse The States—but I cannot tell whither
or how long; |
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Perhaps soon, some day or night while I am singing,
my voice will suddenly cease. |
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3
O book and chant! must all then amount to but
this? |
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Must we barely arrive at this beginning of me?…
And yet it is enough, O soul! |
| O soul! we have positively appear'd—that is enough. |