Teach me, like you, to drink creation whole/ And casting out myself, become a soul.

What is our praise or pride but to imagine excellence and try to make it? What does it say over the door of heaven; but, homo (sapiens) fecit?

It is true that the poet does not directly address his neighbors; but he does address a great congress of persons who dwell at the back of his mind, a congress of all those who have taught him and whom he has admired; they constitute his ideal audience and his better self.

That's the main business of the poem!-to see if you can't make up a language that sets all your selves talking at once-all of them being fair to each other.

Teach me, like you, to drink creation whole/ And casting out myself, become a soul.

The eye is pleased when nature stoops to art.

What's lightly hid is deepest understood.