If June mends her bowers now, your hand left unsightly By plucking their roses, my June will do rightly. And after, for pastime, 3. If June be refulgent 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? -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, Colloquised with the cowslip on such themes! And settling on the sense most to our mind) Then, who helps more, pray, to repair our loss And subtler meanings of what roses say, Or some stout Mage like him of Halberstadt, John, who made things Boehme wrote thoughts about? He with a "look you!" vents a brace of rhymes, And in there breaks the sudden rose herself, Over us, under, round us every side, So come, the harp back to your heart again! 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. Oh, what a fancy ecstatic Was the poor heart's, ere the wanderer went on Love to be saved for it, proffered to, spent on! |