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 Before Known, Arouse! Arouse - For You Must Justify Me - You Must Answer. I Myself But Write One Or Two Indicative Words For The Future, I But Advance A Moment, Only To Wheel And Hurry Back In The Darkness. I Am A Man Who, Sauntering Along, Without Fully Stopping, Turns A Casual Look Upon You, And Then Averts His Face, Leaving It To You To Prove And Define It, Expecting The Main Things From You.