Part Toe

I am not fond of uttering platitudes
in stained-glass attitudes.

If you're anxious for to shine
in the high aesthetic line
as a man of culture rare,
you must get up all the germs
of the transcendental terms,
and plant them everywhere.

You must lie upon the daisies
and discourse in novel phrases
of your complicated state of mind,
the meaning doesn't matter
if it's only idle chatter
of a transcendental kind.
And everyone will say,
as you walk your mystic way;

"If this young man expresses himself in terms too deep for me,
why, what a very singularly deep young man this deep young man must be."