THE ÆSTHETE
IF you’re anxious for to shine in the high æsthetic line, as a man of culture rare,
You must get up all the germs of the transcendental terms, and plant them everywhere;
You must lie upon the daisies, and discourse in novel phrases of your complicated state of mind
(The meaning doesn’t matter, if it’s only idle chatter of a transcendental kind).
And every one will say,
As you walk your mystic way,
“If this young man expresses himself in terms too deep for me,
Why, what a very singularly deep young man this deep young man must be!”