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

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Poet: Walt Whitman
Poem: 39. Full of Life, Now.
Volume: Leaves of Grass
- 3. Calamus
Year: Published/Written in 1900

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