he anticipates (does he not?) the telepathy of our days,--kindred minds seeking similar places and thinking like thoughts, although in this case, to be sure, the kindred soul is thought of as merged with the inorganic world,--the winds and waterfalls and twilight nooks. Search the whole world through, you shall find no predecessor of Emerson the poet. The only verse resembling his in general style is that of the enigmatic 'Phoenix and the Turtle,' attributed to Shakespeare, and much admired by Emerson:-- "Let the bird of loudest lay, On the sole Arabian tree. Herald sad and trumpet be, To whose sound chaste wings obey." Emerson's verses have also a slight Persian tinge now and then, caught from his studies of Saadi and Hafiz. In his fine lyric cry 'Bacchus,' in which he calls for a wine of life, a cup of divine soma or amrita, that shall sinew his brain and exalt all his powers of thought and action to a godlike pitch,-- "Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape, * * * * That I intoxicated, And by the draught assimilated, May float at pleasure through all natures; * * * * Quickened so, will I unlock Every crypt of every rock,"-- he unconsciously gave his lines, I think, the outward form of some verses by Hafiz, in which that singer intimates that, give him the right kind of wine, and he can perform wonders as if with Solomon's ring or Jemschid's wine-cup mirror. Emerson himself in one of his early editions gives a spirited verse translation of Hafiz's poem. Mr. William R. Alger ('Specimens of Oriental Poetry,' Boston, 1856) translates Hafiz thus:-- "Bring me wine! By my puissant arm The thick net of deceit and of harm Which the priests have spread over the world Shall be rent and in laughter be hurled. Bring me wine! I the earth will subdue. Bring me wine! I the heaven will storm through. Bring me wine, bring it quick, make no halt! To the throne of both worlds will I vault. All is in the red streamlet divine. Bring me wine! O my host, bring me wine!"