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