The apology?

THINK me not unkind and rude


That I walk alone in grove and glen;


I go to the god of the wood


To fetch his word to men.


Tax not my sloth that I


Fold my arms beside the brook;


Each cloud that floated in the sky


Writes a letter in my book.


Chide me not, laborious band,


For the idle flowers I brought;


Every aster in my hand


Goes home loaded with a thought.


There was never mystery


But't is figured in the flowers;


Was never secret history


But birds tell it in the bowers.


One harvest from thy field


Homeward brought the oxen strong;


A second crop thine acres yield,


Which I gather in a song.

The apology?
So um whats the question ?--