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nearing departure, As the time draws nigh, glooming from you, A cloud—a dread beyond, of I know not what, darkens
 * me.

I shall go forth, I shall traverse The States—but I cannot tell whither
 * or how long;

Perhaps soon, some day or night while I am singing,
 * my voice will suddenly cease.

O Soul! Then all may arrive to but this; The glances of my eyes, that swept the daylight, The unspeakable love I interchanged with women, My joys in the open air—my walks through the Mannahatta, The continual good will I have met—the curious
 * attachment of young men to me,

My reflections alone—the absorption into me from
 * the landscape, stars, animals, thunder, rain,
 * and snow, in my wanderings alone,

The words of my mouth, rude, ignorant, arrogant—
 * my many faults and derelictions, Rh