I looked to find a man who walked with God,
Like the translated patriarch of old;—
Though gladdened millions on His footstool trod,
Yet none with him did such sweet converse hold;
I heard the wind in low complaint go by
That none his melodies like him could hear;
Day unto day spoke wisdom from on high,
Yet none like David turned a willing ear;
God walked alone unhonored through the earth;
For Him no heart-built temple open stood,
The soul forgetful of her nobler birth
Had hewn him lofty shrines of stone and wood,
And left unfinished and in ruins still
The only temple he delights to fill.
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Actually poor Jones here was the Alpha Omega of the Trancendental movement, Emerson published and edited his first book, but soon tired of him.
As Jones believed he was God, Emerson thought him mad, and Jones asked everyone to follow him,
like apositles, and none would.
The spirit left his body after a year and he tried to light the fire again to no avail.
And died as a madman in his Salem home...
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The poet, not God, searching for someone like Enoch is an interesting take for a poem to handle. In the end, the poet finds God "walked alone unhonored through the earth;For Him no heart-built temple open stood" and the soul of man "forgetful of her nobler birth". Nice sonnet.
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