FULL of life, now, compact, visible, <br /> I, forty years old the Eighty-third Year of The States, <br /> To one a century hence, or any number of centuries hence, <br /> To you, yet unborn, these, seeking you. <br /> <br /> When you read these, I, that was visible, am become invisible; <br /> Now it is you, compact, visible, realizing my poems, seeking me; <br /> Fancying how happy you were, if I could be with you, and become your <br /> comrade; <br /> Be it as if I were with you. (Be not too certain but I am now with <br /> you.)<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/full-of-life-now/
