Page:Poems, Household Edition, Emerson, 1904.djvu/143

Rh Substance mixed of pure contraries;

His vice some elder virtue's token,

And his good is evil-spoken.

Failing sometimes of his own,

He is headstrong and alone;

He affects the wood and wild,

Like a flower-hunting child;

Buries himself in summer waves,

In trees, with beasts, in mines and caves,

Loves nature like a hornèd cow,

Bird, or deer, or caribou.

Shun him, nymphs, on the fleet horses!

He has a total world of wit;

O how wise are his discourses!

But he is the arch-hypocrite,

And, through all science and all art,

Seeks alone his counterpart.

He is a Pundit of the East,

He is an augur and a priest,

And his soul will melt in prayer,

But word and wisdom is a snare;

Corrupted by the present toy

He follows joy, and only joy.

There is no mask but he will wear;

He invented oaths to swear;

He paints, he carves, he chants, he prays,

And holds all stars in his embrace.

He takes a sovran privilege