THE POET.
Then, who helps more, pray, to repair our loss—
Another Boehme with a tougher book
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,
. . . . . . . . . .
Buries us with a glory, young once more,
Pouring heaven into this shut house of life.
—Transcendentalism.