Full of
fire,
then I write
As the Godhead doth indite. Thus enraged my lines are hurled, Like the Sibyls, through the world. how next the holy fire Either slakes, or doth retire;
Look,
So the fancy carols, till when That brave spirit comes again.
It is
interesting to
as they stand
book now
in
his
current,
compare the poems first book with the
which contains every
thing already offered in book form
he cares to preserve. are not so
The
real
many; but some of
that
changes the most
competent and loyal lovers of Emerson poetry grieve at any change. tate in
having any
line
They
s
hesi
that he has ever
written blotted or blurred.
I
discern in
volume four poems that I do in either of the two volumes pre
the latest
not find
ceding of
the
it,
viz.
"
:
^Eolian
"
April,"
Maiden Speech and Cupido,"
"
Harp,"