Would I could talk as the flowers talk
To my soul ! and iMe stars, in their ceaseless wvalk
Through Hea-w7en !-and tell to the high and low
The things that they say, so all mzirht know
The dreams they dream, and have told to me!
As Nature Sees would I could see !
Then might I steak with authority/-
I stand below and look above,
And see her busy with life and love,
And can tell the world so little thereof.
Oh, for a soul that could feel miuch less!
Or, feeling more, could so express
The th ings it feels and their tenderness:
The very essece. the soul of art,
And all the heavens and hells of heart.!
Then might I rise to the very teak,
The summit of song, which tfoets seek,
And speak -with a voice as the masters steak.