If June mends her bowers now, your hand left unsightly By plucking their roses, my June will do rightly. 8. And after. for pastime, Of wine poured at mass-time,- To redness and sweetness: Or if, with experience of man and of spider, She use my June-lightning, the strong insect-ridder, To stop the fresh spinning, — why, June will consider. "TRANSCENDENTALISM:' A POEM IN TWELVE BOOKS. STOP playing, poet! may a brother speak? 'Tis you speak, that's your error. Song's our art: Whereas you please to speak these naked thoughts Instead of draping them in sights and sounds. -True thoughts, good thoughts, thoughts fit to treasure up! But why such long prolusion and display, - But here's your fault; grown men want thought, you think; Thought 's what they mean by verse, and seek in verse • Boys seek for images and melody, Men must have reason so you aim at men. He noticed all at once that plants could speak, Nay, turned with loosened tongue to talk with him. And settling on the sense most to our mind) And subtler meanings of what roses say,— John, who made things Boehme wrote thoughts about? Over us, under, round us every side, Nay, in and out the tables and the chairs And musty volumes, Boehme's book and all, - So come, the harp back to your heart again! Was your own boy's-face o'er the finer chords That points to God with his paired half-moon wings MISCONCEPTIONS. 1. THIS is a spray the Bird clung to, Oh, what a hope beyond measure Was the poor spray's, which the flying feet hung to,So to be singled out, built in, and sung to! 2. This is a heart the Queen leant on, Thrilled in a minute erratic, Ere the true bosom she bent on, Meet for love's regal dalmatic. Was the poor heart's, ere the wanderer went on |