“When you read these, I, that was visible, am become invisible, Now it is you, compact, visible,…”

“When you read these, I, that was visible, am become invisible,
Now it is you, compact, visible, realizing my poems, seeking me,
Fancying how happy you were, if I could be with you, and become your lover;
Be it as if I were there with you. Be not too certain but I am now with you.”

Walt Whitman