Page:May-day and other pieces, Emerson, 1867.djvu/25

Rh The wealth of forms, the flush of hues;

Joy shed in rosy waves abroad

Flows from the heart of Love, the Lord.

Hither rolls the storm of heat;

I feel its finer billows beat

Like a sea which me infolds;

Heat with viewless fingers moulds,

Swells, and mellows, and matures,

Paints, and flavors, and allures,

Bird and brier inly warms,

Still enriches and transforms,

Gives the reed and lily length,

Adds to oak and oxen strength,

Boils the world in tepid lakes,

Burns the world, yet burnt remakes;

Enveloping heat, enchanted robe,

Wraps the daisy and the globe,

Transforming what it doth infold,