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454 I say you shall yet find the friend you was looking
 * for.

So long! I announce a man or woman coming—perhaps you
 * are the one,

I announce a great individual, fluid as Nature, chaste,
 * affectionate, compassionate, fully armed.

So long! I announce a life that shall be copious, vehement,
 * spiritual, bold,

And I announce an old age that shall lightly and
 * joyfully meet its translation.

O thicker and faster! O crowding too close upon me! I foresee too much—it means more than I thought. It appears to me I am dying.

Now throat, sound your last! Salute me—salute the future once more. Peal the
 * old cry once more.

Screaming electric, the atmosphere using, At random glancing, each as I notice absorbing, Swiftly on, but a little while alighting, Curious enveloped messages delivering, Sparkles hot, seed ethereal, down in the dirt dropping, Myself unknowing, my commission obeying, to
 * question it never daring,

To ages, and ages yet, the growth of the seed leaving,