Full of life now, compact, visible,   
I, forty years old the eighty-third year of the States,   
To one a century hence or any number of centuries hence,   
To you yet unborn these, seeking you.    

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 comrade;   
Be it as if I were with you. (Be not too certain but I am now with you.)

 = Lee Vogt