Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!
Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for,
But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than
Arouse! for you must justify me.
I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness.
casual look upon you and then averts his face,
Leaving it to you to prove and define it,
Expecting the main things from you.