Poets to come! Orators，singers，musicians to come!
Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for，
But you，a new brood，native，athletic，continental，greater than before known，
Arouse! for you must justify me.
I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future，
I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness.
I am a man who，sauntering along without fully stopping，turns a casual look
upon you and then averts his face，
Leaving it to you to prove and define it，
Expecting the main things from you.