Calamus 14

Part of the cluster CALAMUS.

14.

NOT heat flames up and consumes, Not sea-waves hurry in and out, Not the air, delicious and dry, the air of the ripe
summer, bears lightly along white down-balls of
myriads of seeds, wafted, sailing gracefully, to
drop where they may, Not these—O none of these, more than the flames
of me, consuming, burning for his love whom I
love! O none, more than I, hurrying in and out; Does the tide hurry, seeking something, and never
give up? O I the same; O nor down-balls, nor perfumes, nor the high
rain-emitting clouds, are borne through the open
air, Any more than my Soul is borne through the open
air, Wafted in all directions, O love, for friendship, for
you.

Part of the cluster CALAMUS.