I MET a Seer,
Passing the hues and objects of the world,
The fields of art and learning, pleasure, sense, To glean Eidólons.
Put in thy chants, said he,
No more the puzzling hour, nor daynor segments, parts, put in,
Put first before the rest, as light for all, and entrance-song of all, That of
Ever the dim beginning;
Ever the growth, the rounding of the circle;
Ever the summit, and the merge at last, (to surely start again,) Eidólons!
Ever the mutable!
Ever materials, changing, crumbling, re-cohering;
Ever the ateliers, the factories divine, Issuing Eidólons!
Lo! I or you!
Or woman, man, or State, known or unknown,
We seeming solid wealth, strength, beauty build, But really build Eidólons.
The ostent evanescent;
The substance of an artists mood, or savans studies long,
Or warriors, martyrs, heros toils, To fashion his Eidólon.
Of every human life,
(The units gatherd, postednot a thought, emotion, deed, left out;)
The whole, or large or small, summd, added up, In its Eidólon.
The old, old urge;
Based on the ancient pinnacles, lo! newer, higher pinnacles;
From Science and the Modern still impelld, The old, old urge, Eidólons.
The present, now and here,
Americas busy, teeming, intricate whirl,
Of aggregate and segregate, for only thence releasing, To-days Eidólons.
These, with the past,
Of vanishd landsof all the reigns of kings across the sea,
Old conquerors, old campaigns, old sailors voyages, Joining Eidólons.
Densities, growth, façades,
Strata of mountains, soils, rocks, giant trees,
Far-born, far-dying, living long, to leave, Eidólons everlasting.
Exaltè, rapt, extatic,
The visible but their womb of birth,
Of orbic tendencies to shape, and shape, and shape, The mighty Earth-Eidólon.
All space, all time,
(The stars, the terrible perturbations of the suns,
Swelling, collapsing, endingserving their longer, shorter use,) Filld with
The noiseless myriads!
The infinite oceans where the rivers empty!
The separate, countless free identities, like eyesight; The true realities,
Not this the World,
Nor these the Universesthey the Universes,
Purport and endever the permanent life of life, Eidólons, Eidólons.
Beyond thy lectures, learnd professor,
Beyond thy telescope or spectroscope, observer keenbeyond all mathematics,
Beyond the doctors surgery, anatomybeyond the chemist with his chemistry, The
entities of entities, Eidólons.
Unfixd, yet fixd;
Ever shall beever have been, and are,
Sweeping the present to the infinite future, Eidólons, Eidólons,
The prophet and the bard,
Shall yet maintain themselvesin higher stages yet,
Shall mediate to the Modern, to Democracyinterpret yet to them, God, and
And thee, My Soul!
Joys, ceaseless exercises, exaltations!
Thy yearning amply fed at last, prepared to meet, Thy mates, Eidólons.
Thy Body permanent,
The Body lurking there within thy Body,
The only purport of the Form thou artthe real I myself, An image, an
Thy very songs, not in thy songs;
No special strains to singnone for itself;
But from the whole resulting, rising at last and floating, A round, full-orbd