As The Time Draws Nigh, Glooming, A Cloud, A Dread Beyond, Of I Know Not What, Darkens Me. I Shall Go Forth, I Shall Traverse The States Awhile--But I Cannot Tell Whither Or How Long; Perhaps Soon, Some Day Or Night While I Am Singing, My Voice Will Suddenly Cease. O Book, O Chants! Must All Then Amount To But This? Must We Barely Arrive At This Beginning Of Us?... And Yet It Is Enough, O Soul! O Soul! We Have Positively Appear'D--That Is Enough.