Hast never come to thee an hour,
A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles,
fashions, wealth?
These eager business aims—books, politics, art, amours,
To utter nothingness?
Thought
Of Equality—as if it harm’d me, giving others the same chances and
rights as myself—as if it were not indispensable to my own
rights that others possess the same.
To Old Age
I see in you the estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as
it pours in the great sea.
Locations and Times
Locations and times—what is it in me that meets them all, whenever
and wherever, and makes me at home?
Forms, colors, densities, odors—what is it in me that corresponds
with them?
Offerings
A thousand perfect men and women appear,
Around each gathers a cluster of friends, and gay children and
youths, with offerings.