Algernon Charles Swinburne: “To Walt Whitman in America”

It sees not what season shall bring to it
Sweet fruit of its bitter desire;
Few voices it hears yet sing to it,
Few pulses of hearts reaspire;
Foresees not time, nor forehears
The noises of imminent years,
Earthquake, and thunder, and fire

– Algernon Charles Swinburne, “To Walt Whitman in America