SO LONG!

To conclude, I announce what comes after me.

I remember I said before my leaves sprang at all,
I would raise my voice jocund and strong with reference to
     consummations.

When America does what was promis'd,
When through these States walk a hundred millions of superb
     persons,
When the rest part away for superb persons and contribute
     to them,
When breeds of the most perfect mothers denote America,
Then to me and mine our due fruition.

I have press'd through in my own right,
I have sung the body and the soul, war and peace have I
     sung, and the songs of life and death,
And the songs of birth, and shown that there are many
     births.

I have offer'd my style to every one, I have journey'd with
     confident step;
While my pleasure is yet at the full I whisper So long!
And take the young woman's hand and the young man's
     hand for the last time.

I announce natural persons to arise,
I announce justice triumphant,
I announce uncompromising liberty and equality,
I announce the justification of candor and the justification
     of pride.

I announce that the identity of these States is a single identity
     only,
I announce the Union more and more compact, indissoluble,
I announce splendors and majesties to make all the previous
     politics of the earth insignificant.

I announce adhesiveness, I say it shall be limitless, un-
     loosen'd,
I say you shall yet find the friend you were looking for.

I announce a man or woman coming, perhaps you are the
     one, (So long!)
I announce the great individual, fluid as Nature, chaste,
     affectionate, compassionate, fully arm'd.

I announce a life that shall be copious, vehement, spiritual,
     bold,
I announce an end that shall lightly and joyfully meet its
     translation.

I announce myriads of youths, beautiful, gigantic, sweet-
    blooded,
I announce a race of splendid and savage old men.

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

Hasten throat and sound your last,
Salute me — salute the days 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 envelop'd 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,

To troops out of the war arising, they the tasks I have set
     promulging,
To women certain whispers of myself bequeathing, their
     affection me more clearly explaining,
To young men my problems offering — no dallier
     I — I the muscle of their brains trying,
So I pass, a little time vocal, visible, contrary,
Afterward a melodious echo, passionately bent for, (death
     making me really undying,)
The best of me then when no longer visible, for toward that
     I have been incessantly preparing.

What is there more, that I lag and pause and crouch extended
     with unshut mouth?
Is there a single final farewell?