| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 378. Darest Thou Now O Soul |
| | | By Walt Whitman |
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| DAREST thou now, O soul, | |
| Walk out with me toward the unknown region, | |
| Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow? | |
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| No map there, nor guide, | |
| Nor voice sounding, nor touch of human hand, | 5 |
| Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land. | |
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| I know it not, O soul! | |
| Nor dost thou, all is a blank before us,— | |
| All waits undreamed of in that region, that inaccessible land. | |
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| Till when the tie is loosened, | 10 |
| All but the ties eternal, Time and Space, | |
| Nor darkness, gravitation, sense, nor any bounds boundings us. | |
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| Then we burst forth, we float, | |
| In Time and Space, O soul! prepared for them, | |
| Equal, equipped at last, (O joy! O fruit of all!) them to fulfil, O soul! | 15 |
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