Roots and Leaves Themselves Alone.

ROOTS and leaves themselves alone are these;

Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods, and from the pond-side,

Breast-sorrel and pinks of love—fingers that wind around tighter than vines,

Gushes from the throats of birds, hid in the foliage of trees, as the sun is risen;

Breezes of land and love—breezes set from living shores out to you on the living

sea—to

you, O sailors!

Frost-mellow’d berries, and Third-month twigs, offer’d fresh to young persons

wandering

out in the fields when the winter breaks up,

Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever you are,

Buds to be unfolded on the old terms;

If you bring the warmth of the sun to them, they will open, and bring form, color,

perfume, to

you;

If you become the aliment and the wet, they will become flowers, fruits, tall blanches and

trees.