SO far, and so far, and on toward the end, <br /> Singing what is sung in this book, from the irresistible impulses of <br /> me; <br /> But whether I continue beyond this book, to maturity, <br /> Whether I shall dart forth the true rays, the ones that wait unfired, <br /> (Did you think the sun was shining its brightest? <br /> No--it has not yet fully risen;) <br /> Whether I shall complete what is here started, <br /> Whether I shall attain my own height, to justify these, yet <br /> unfinished, <br /> Whether I shall make THE POEM OF THE NEW WORLD, transcending all <br /> others--depends, rich persons, upon you, <br /> Depends, whoever you are now filling the current Presidentiad, upon <br /> you, 10 <br /> Upon you, Governor, Mayor, Congressman, <br /> And you, contemporary America. <br /> <br />Whitman, Walt. 1900. Leaves of Grass.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-far-and-so-far-and-on-toward-the-end/
