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
Are those really Congressmen? are those the great Judges? is that the
Then I will sleep awhile yet--for I see that These States sleep, for
(With gathering murk--with muttering thunder and lambent shoots, we