(Posthumous Additions)
To Soar in Freedom and in Fullness of Power
I have not so much emulated the birds that musically sing, I have abandon’d myself to flights, broad circles. The hawk, the seagull, have far more possess’d me than the canary or mocking-bird. I have not felt to warble and trill, however sweetly, I have felt to soar in freedom and in the fullness of power, joy, volition.
Then Shall Perceive
In softness, languor, bloom, and growth, Thine eyes, ears, all thy sense—thy loftiest attribute—all that takes cognizance of beauty, Shall rouse and fill—then shall perceive!
The Few Drops Known
Of heroes, history, grand events, premises, myths, poems, The few drops known must stand for oceans of the unknown, On this beautiful and thick peopl’d earth, here and there a little specimen put on record, A little of Greeks and Romans, a few Hebrew canticles, a few death odors as from graves, from Egypt— What are they to the long and copious retrospect of antiquity?