The Apology   Think me not unkind and rude,That I walk alone in grove and glen;I go to the god of the woodTo fetch his word to men.Tax not my sloth that IFold my arms beside the brook;Each cloud that floated in the skyWrites a letter in my book.Chide me not, laborious band,For the idle flowers I brought;Every aster in my handGoes home loaded with a thought.There was never mystery,But 'tis figure…