Years of the Modern

Years of the modern! years of the unperform’d!
Your horizon rises--I see it parting away for more august
　　　dramas;
I see not America only--I see not only Liberty’s nation, but
　　　other nations preparing;
I see tremendous entrances and exits--I see new combinations--
　　　I see the solidarity of races;
I see that force advancing with irresistible power on the world’s
　　　stage; 5
(Have the old forces, the old wars, played their parts? are the acts
　　　suitable to them closed?)
I see Freedom, completely arm’d, and victorious, and very haughty,
　　　with Law on one side, and Peace on the other,
A stupendous Trio, all issuing forth against the idea of caste;
What historic denouements are these we so rapidly approach?
I see men marching and countermarching by swift millions; 10
I see the frontiers and boundaries of the old aristocracies broken;
I see the landmarks of European kings removed;
I see this day the People beginning their landmarks, (all others
　　　give way;)
Never were such sharp questions ask’d as this day;
Never was average man, his soul, more energetic, more like a God; 15
Lo! how he urges and urges, leaving the masses no rest;
His daring foot is on land and sea everywhere--he colonizes the
　　　Pacific, the archipelagoes;
With the steam-ship, the electric telegraph, the newspaper, the
　　　wholesale engines of war,
With these, and the world-spreading factories, he interlinks all
　　　geography, all lands;
What whispers are these, O lands, running ahead of you, passing
　　　under the seas? 20
Are all nations communing? is there going to be but one heart to
　　　the globe?
Is humanity forming, en-masse?--for lo! tyrants tremble, crowns grow
　　　dim;
The earth, restive, confronts a new era, perhaps a general divine war;
No one knows what will happen next--such portents fill the days and
　　　nights;
Years prophetical! the space ahead as I walk, as I vainly try to pierce
　　　it, is full of phantoms; 25
Unborn deeds, things soon to be, project their shapes around me;
This incredible rush and heat--this strange extatic fever of dreams,
　　　O years!
Your dreams, O year, how they penetrate through me! (I know not
　　　whether I sleep or wake!)
The perform’d America and Europe grow dim, retiring in shadow
　　　behind me,
The unperform’d, more gigantic than ever, advance, advance upon
　　　me. 30