The past and present wilt – I have filled them, emptied them, And proceed to fill my next fold of the future. Listener up there! what have you to confide to me? Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening, (Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a           minute longer.) Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door           slab. Who has done his day's work? who will soonest be through           with his supper? Who wishes to walk with me? Will you speak before I am gone? will you prove already too           late?