Walt Whitman: Poets to Come

Poets to Come

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.