To THE garden, the world, anew ascending,

Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding,

The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being,

Curious, here behold my resurrection, after slumber;

The revolving cycles, in their wide sweep, having 
brought me again,

Amorous, mature—all beautiful to me—all wondrous;

My limbs, and the quivering fire that ever plays through 
them, for reasons, most wondrous;

Existing, I peer and penetrate still,

Content with the present—content with the past,

By my side, or back of me, Eve following,

Or in front, and I following her just the same.

WE two—how long we were fool'd!

Now transmuted, we swiftly escape, as Nature escapes;

We are Nature—long have we been absent, but now 
we return;

We become plants, leaves, foliage, roots, bark;

We are bedded in the ground—we are rocks;

We are oaks—we grow in the openings side by side;

We browse—we are two among the wild herds, spon-
taneous as any;

We are two fishes swimming in the sea together;

We are what the locust blossoms are—we drop scent 
around the lanes, mornings and evenings;

We are also the coarse smut of beats, vegetables, 
minerals;

We are two predatory hawks—we soar above, and look 
down;

We are two resplendent suns—we it is who balance 
ourselves, orbic and stellar—we are as two 
comets;

We prowl fang'd and four-footed in the woods—we 
spring on prey;

We are two clouds, forenoons and afternoons, driving 
overhead;

We are seas mingling—we are two of those cheerful 
waves, rolling over each other, and interwetting 
each other;

We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive, 
pervious, impervious;

We are snow, rain, cold, darkness—we are each pro-
duct and influence of the globe;

We have circled and circled till we have arrived home 
again—we two have;

We have voided all but freedom, and all but our own 
joy.

The sixth literary term found in, "To the Garden, The World", would be an allusion. "Existing, I peer and penetrate still...", this is an allusion because it is in the past.