WE two—how long we were fool'd!Now transmuted, we swiftly escape, as Nature escapes;We are Nature—long have we been absent, but now we return;We become plants, leaves, foliage, roots, bark;We are bedded in the ground—we are rocks;We are oaks—we grow in the openings side by side;We browse—we are two among the wild herds, spon- taneous as any;
[ begin page 115 ]ppp.00270.117.jpgWe are two fishes swimming in the sea together;We are what the locust blossoms are—we drop scent around the lanes, mornings and evenings;We are also the coarse smut of beasts, vegetables, minerals;We are two predatory hawks—we soar above, and look down;We are two resplendent suns—we it is who balance ourselves, orbic and stellar—we are as two comets;We prowl fang'd and four-footed in the woods—we spring on prey;We are two clouds, forenoons and afternoons, driving overhead;We are seas mingling—we are two of those cheerful waves, rolling over each other, and interwetting each other;We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive, pervious, impervious:We are snow, rain, cold, darkness—we are each product and influence of the globe;We have circled and circled till we have arrived home again—we two have;We have voided all but freedom, and all but our own joy.