Judgment + 

I drew aside the Future’s veil + 

And saw upon his bier + 

The poet Whitman. Loud the wail + 

And damp the falling tear. + 

“He’s dead⁠—he is no more!” one cried, + 

With sobs of sorrow crammed; + 

“No more? He’s this much more,” replied + 

Another: “he is damned!” + 