Book V: Calamus - 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.