Full Of Life, Now

Walt Whitman

   FULL of life, now, compact, visible,
   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.)

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