Here! lilac, with a branch of pine,

Here, out of my pocket, some moss which I pulled off a live-oak in Florida, as it hung trailing down.

Here, some pinks and laurel leaves, and a handful of sage.

And here what I now draw from the water, wading in the pond-side,

(O here I last saw him that tenderly loves me — and returns again, never to separate from me.

And this, this shall henceforth be the token of comrades — this calamus-root shall.

Interchange it, youths, with each other! Let none render it back !)

And twigs of maple, and a bunch of wild orange, and chestnut.

And stems of currants, and plum-blows, and the aromatic cedar ;

These I, compassed around by a thick cloud of spirits.

Wandering, point to, or touch as I pass, or throw them loosely from me.

Indicating to each one what he shall have — giving something to each.

But what I drew from the water by the pond-side, that I reserve,

I will give of it — but only to them that love, as I myself am capable of loving.