To the States,

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.)