ROOTS and leaves themselves alone are these;Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods, and from the pond-side,Breast-sorrel and pinks of love—fingers that wind around tighter than vines,Gushes from the throats of birds, hid in the foliage of trees, as the sum is risen;
[ begin page 133 ]ppp.00270.135.jpgBreezes of land and love—breezes set from living shores out to you on the living sea—to you, O sailors!Frost-mellow'd berries, and Third-month twigs, offer'd fresh to young persons wandering out in the fields when the winter breaks up,Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever you are,Buds to be unfolded on the old terms;If you bring the warmth of the sun to them, they will open, and bring form, color, perfume, to you;If you become the aliment and the wet, they will become flowers, fruits, tall branches, and trees.