Analysis of To My Young Countryman D.H.D.

Who doubteth, when the morning star doth light
       Her lamp of beauty, that the day is coming?
Or, where prime odours track the breezes’ flight,
       That rare flowers in the vicinage are blooming?
       Or, where the wild bees all about are humming,
That honey’s stored in some near cedar’s height?
Or, that the sea is heaving into sight
       When more and more long surgy rolls come booming?
And surely, as the observer understands
       What each of these foretokens in its kind,
Thy manhood’s mental amplitude expands
       Before me in its omens, when I find
Something of promise fashioned by thy hands,
       Some blossom breathing of thy forming mind.