WHY reclining, interrogating? Why myself and all drowsing? <br /> What deepening twilight! scum floating atop of the waters! <br /> Who are they, as bats and night-dogs, askant in the Capitol? <br /> What a filthy Presidentiad! (O south, your torrid suns! O north, your <br /> arctic freezings!) <br /> Are those really Congressmen? are those the great Judges? is that the <br /> President? <br /> Then I will sleep awhile yet--for I see that These States sleep, for <br /> reasons; <br /> (With gathering murk--with muttering thunder and lambent shoots, we <br /> all duly awake, <br /> South, north, east, west, inland and seaboard, we will surely awake.)<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-states/
