Walt Whitman: To The States [To Identify the 16th, 17th, or 18th Presidentiad]

To The States [To Identify the 16th, 17th, or 18th Presidentiad]

Why reclining, interrogating? why myself and all drowsing? What deepening twilight-scum floating atop of the waters, Who are they as bats and night-dogs askant in the capitol? What a filthy Presidentiad! (O South, your torrid suns! O North,     your arctic freezings!) Are those really Congressmen? are those the great Judges? is that     the President? Then I will sleep awhile yet, for I see that these States sleep, for     reasons; (With gathering murk, with muttering thunder and lambent shoots we     all duly awake, South, North, East, West, inland and seaboard, we will surely awake.)