Delphi Complete Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson (Illustrated) E-Book

Ralph Waldo Emerson

• Herausgeber: Delphi Classics
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Serie: Delphi Poets Series
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

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Beschreibung

Disseminating his genius through celebrated essays and the hundreds of public lectures he gave across the United States, Ralph Waldo Emerson led the Transcendentalist movement of the mid-19th century and was lionised as a champion of individualism and a staunch critic of the countervailing pressures of society. The Delphi Poets Series offers readers the works of literature’s finest poets, with superior formatting. This volume presents the complete works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, with beautiful illustrations and the usual Delphi bonus material. (Version 1)

* Beautifully illustrated with images relating to Emerson’s life and works
* Detailed introduction to the life of Emerson
* Excellent formatting of the poems
* Special chronological and alphabetical contents tables for the poetry
* Hundreds of rare poems appearing here for the first time in digital publishing
* Easily locate the poems you want to read
* Includes Emerson’s letters – spend hours exploring the poet’s personal correspondence
* The complete prose works, with all the essays
* A generous selection of early, middle and late journals – appearing here for the first time in digital publishing
* Features two biographies – discover Emerson’s literary life
* Scholarly ordering of texts into chronological order and literary genres

CONTENTS:

The Poetry of Ralph Waldo Emerson
BRIEF INTRODUCTION: RALPH WALDO EMERSON
THE COMPLETE POEMS

The Poems
LIST OF POEMS IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER
LIST OF POEMS IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER

The Books
NATURE: ADDRESSES AND LECTURES
ESSAYS. FIRST SERIES
ESSAYS, SECOND SERIES
REPRESENTATIVE MEN
MEMOIRS OF MARGARET FULLER OSSOLI by R. F. Fuller
ENGLISH TRAITS
THE CONDUCT OF LIFE
SOCIETY AND SOLITUDE
LETTERS AND SOCIAL AIMS
LECTURES AND BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES
MISCELLANIES
NATURAL HISTORY OF INTELLECT AND OTHER PAPERS

The Essays
LIST OF ESSAYS IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER
LIST OF ESSAYS IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER

The Letters
THE CORRESPONDENCE OF THOMAS CARLYLE AND RALPH WALDO EMERSON

The Journals
SELECTED JOURNALS

The Biographies
RALPH WALDO EMERSON by Oliver Wendell Holmes
BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH by Edward W. Emerson

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RALPH WALDO EMERSON

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Contents

The Poetry of Ralph Waldo Emerson

BRIEF INTRODUCTION: RALPH WALDO EMERSON

THE COMPLETE POEMS

The Poems

LIST OF POEMS IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER

LIST OF POEMS IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER

The Books

NATURE: ADDRESSES AND LECTURES

ESSAYS. FIRST SERIES

ESSAYS, SECOND SERIES

REPRESENTATIVE MEN

MEMOIRS OF MARGARET FULLER OSSOLI by R. F. Fuller

ENGLISH TRAITS

THE CONDUCT OF LIFE

SOCIETY AND SOLITUDE

LETTERS AND SOCIAL AIMS

LECTURES AND BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES

MISCELLANIES

NATURAL HISTORY OF INTELLECT AND OTHER PAPERS

The Essays

LIST OF ESSAYS IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER

LIST OF ESSAYS IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER

The Letters

THE CORRESPONDENCE OF THOMAS CARLYLE AND RALPH WALDO EMERSON

The Journals

SELECTED JOURNALS

The Biographies

RALPH WALDO EMERSON by Oliver Wendell Holmes

BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH by Edward W. Emerson

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The Poetry of Ralph Waldo Emerson

Summer Street, Boston, Massachusetts — the site of Emerson’s birthplace

A plaque commemorating the author’s birthplace

A scene of central Boston, 1803 — the year Emerson was born

BRIEF INTRODUCTION: RALPH WALDO EMERSON

Ralph Waldo Emerson was born in Boston, Massachusetts, on May 25, 1803 and he was the son of Ruth Haskins and the Rev. William Emerson, a Unitarian minister. He was the second of five sons who survived into adulthood and his father died from stomach cancer on May 12, 1811, less than two weeks before the poet’s eighth birthday. Raised by his mother, with the help of several other women in the family, Emerson was particularly inspired by his aunt Mary Moody Emerson, who lived with the family off and on, maintaining a constant correspondence with Emerson until her death in 1863. He later referred to his Aunt Mary as his “earliest and best teacher,” and a “spirited and original genius in her own right”.

Emerson’s formal schooling began at the Boston Latin School in 1812 when he was nine and in October 1817, aged 14, Emerson went to Harvard College and was appointed freshman messenger for the president — a position that meant he had to fetch misbehaving students and send messages to faculty. Midway through his junior year, Emerson began keeping a list of books he had read and started a journal in a series of notebooks that would be later called Wide World. During this uncertain time, he took various outside jobs to cover his school expenses, including working as a waiter for the Junior Commons and as an occasional teacher with his uncle Samuel in Waltham, Massachusetts. Serving as Class Poet, he presented an original poem on Harvard’s Class Day, a month before his official graduation on August 29, 1821, when he was 18 years old. Emerson was not conspicuous as a student and graduated in the exact middle of his class of 59 peers.

In 1826, suffering from poor health, Emerson decided to seek out warmer climates. He travelled to St. Augustine, Florida, where he took long walks on the beach and began writing poetry in earnest for the first time. While in St. Augustine, he made the acquaintance of Prince Achille Murat, who was the nephew of Napoleon Bonaparte. Only two years Emerson’s senior, they became close friends and enjoyed sharing one another’s company, engaging in enlightening discussions on religion, society, philosophy, and government; Emerson considered Murat an important influence in his intellectual education.

After completing his education at Harvard, Emerson assisted his brother William in a school for young women that was established in their mother’s house, after he had successfully created his own school in Chelmsford, Massachusetts. When William went to Göttingen to study divinity, Emerson took charge of the school all by himself. Over the next several years, he made his living as a schoolmaster, before deciding to study at Harvard Divinity School.

Emerson met his first wife, Ellen Louisa Tucker, in Concord, New Hampshire on Christmas Day, 1827, and married her when she was 18. The couple moved to Boston, with Emerson’s mother Ruth moving with them to help take care of Ellen, who was already sick with tuberculosis. Less than two years later, she died at the age of 20 on February 8, 1831, after uttering her last words: “I have not forgotten the peace and joy.” Emerson was heavily affected by her loss, visiting her grave in Roxbury daily. In a journal entry dated March 29, 1832, he wrote, “I visited Ellen’s tomb & opened the coffin.”

Having completed his divinity studies, Emerson was invited by Boston’s Second Church to serve as junior pastor and he was ordained on January 11, 1829. His initial salary was $1,200 a year, increasing to $1,400 in July, but with his church role he took on other responsibilities, including the role of chaplain to the Massachusetts legislature and being a member of the Boston school committee. During this period, following the death of his wife, he began to doubt his beliefs, disagreeing with the church’s methods. Writing in his journal in June 1832, he records: “I have sometimes thought that, in order to be a good minister, it was necessary to leave the ministry. The profession is antiquated. In an altered age, we worship in the dead forms of our forefathers.” His disagreements with church officials over the administration of the Communion service and misgivings about public prayer eventually led to his resignation in 1832. As he wrote, “This mode of commemorating Christ is not suitable to me. That is reason enough why I should abandon it.”

Emerson toured Europe in 1833 and later wrote of his travels in the 1856 book English Traits. He left aboard the brig Jasper on Christmas Day, 1832, sailing first to Malta. During his European trip, he spent several months in Italy, visiting Rome, Florence and Venice, among other cities. When in Rome, he met with John Stuart Mill, who gave him a letter of recommendation to meet Thomas Carlyle. He went to Switzerland, and had to be dragged by fellow passengers to visit Voltaire’s home in Ferney. Moving north to England, Emerson met William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, and Thomas Carlyle. The latter in particular was a strong influence on Emerson, who would later serve as an unofficial literary agent in the United States for Carlyle and in March 1835, Emerson tried to convince Carlyle to come to America to lecture. The two writers would maintain a close correspondence until Carlyle’s death in 1881.

Emerson returned to the United States on October 9, 1833, and lived with his mother in Newton, Massachusetts, until October, 1834, when he moved to Concord, Massachusetts, to live with his step-grandfather Dr. Ezra Ripley at what was later named The Old Manse. At this time he closely monitored the budding Lyceum movement, which provided lectures on many topics.  The lyceums, mechanics’ institutes, and agriculture organisations flourished in the United States before and after the Civil War. They were important in the development of adult education in America. During this period hundreds of informal associations were established for the purpose of improving the social, intellectual, and moral fabric of society. The lyceum movement — with its lectures, dramatic performances, class instructions, and debates — contributed significantly to the education of the adult American in the 19th century. Noted lecturers, entertainers and readers would travel the “lyceum circuit,” going from town to town or state to state to entertain, speak, or debate at a variety of locations. Emerson saw for himself a possible career as a lecturer and on November 5, 1833, he made the first of what would eventually be approximately 1,500 lectures, discussing The Uses of Natural History in Boston. This was an expanded account of his experience in Paris. In this lecture, he set out some of his important beliefs and the ideas he would later develop in his first published essay Nature, which is now regarded as a founding Transcendentalist text.

At this time Emerson had met Lydia Jackson, a devout Christian, who was a gifted debater that shared his Transcendentalist beliefs. On January 24, 1835, Emerson wrote a letter to Lydia proposing marriage and she accepted. In July 1835, he bought a house on the Cambridge and Concord Turnpike in Concord, Massachusetts that he named “Bush”; which is now open to the public as the Ralph Waldo Emerson House. Emerson quickly became one of the leading citizens in the town, where he gave a lecture to commemorate the 200th anniversary of the town of Concord on September 12, 1835. Two days later, he married Lydia Jackson in her home town of Plymouth, Massachusetts and moved to the new home in Concord together with Emerson’s mother on September 15.

On September 8, 1836, the day before the publication of his groundbreaking work Nature, Emerson met with Frederic Henry Hedge, George Putnam and George Ripley to plan periodic gatherings of other like-minded intellectuals. This was the beginning of the Transcendental Club, which served as a centre for the movement. Its first official meeting was held on September 19, 1836 and on September 1, 1837, women attended a meeting of the Transcendental Club for the first time. Emerson invited Margaret Fuller, Elizabeth Hoar and Sarah Ripley for dinner at his home before the meeting to ensure that they would be present for the evening get-together. Fuller would later prove to be an important figure in Transcendentalism.

In 1837, Emerson befriended Henry David Thoreau and encouraged the young writer to begin keeping a journal, which Emerson himself religiously adhered to throughout his life. In March 1837, Emerson gave a series of lectures on The Philosophy of History at Boston’s Masonic Temple, which was the first time he managed a lecture series on his own, marking the beginning of a dedicated career as a lecturer. The profits from this series of lectures were much larger than when he was paid by an organisation to talk and Emerson continued to manage his own lectures often throughout his lifetime. He would eventually give as many as eighty lectures a year, travelling across the northern part of the United States, and as far as St. Louis, Des Moines, Minneapolis and California.

It was in 1841 that Emerson published Essays, his second book, which included the famous essay, “Self-Reliance”, receiving favourable reviews in London and Paris. This book laid the foundations for Emerson’s international fame. From 1847 to 1848, the author toured England, Scotland, and Ireland, and he also found time to visit Paris between the February Revolution and the bloody June Days. When he arrived, he saw the stumps where trees had been cut down to form barricades in the February riots. On May 21 he stood on the Champ de Mars in the midst of mass celebrations for concord, peace and labour. He wrote in his journal: “At the end of the year we shall take account, & see if the Revolution was worth the trees.” The trip left an important imprint on Emerson’s later work. Emerson later came to see the American Civil War as a ‘revolution’ that shared common ground with the European revolutions of 1848.

Emerson was staunchly anti-slavery and gave a number of lectures during the pre-Civil War years, beginning as early as November, 1837. From 1844 he took a more active role in opposing slavery, giving a number of speeches and lectures, and he notably welcomed John Brown to his home during Brown’s visits to Concord. Once the American Civil War broke out, Emerson made it clear that he advocated the immediate emancipation of the slaves.

Emerson visited Washington, D.C, at the end of January 1862, where he gave a public lecture at the Smithsonian on January 31, 1862.  In this lecture he famously declared: “The South calls slavery an institution... I call it destitution... Emancipation is the demand of civilization”. The next day, Emerson’s friend Charles Sumner took him to meet Lincoln at the White House. The President was familiar with the author’s work, having previously seen him lecture. In 1865, Emerson spoke at a memorial service held for Lincoln in Concord: “Old as history is, and manifold as are its tragedies, I doubt if any death has caused so much pain as this has caused, or will have caused, on its announcement.”

On May 6, 1862, Emerson’s protégé Henry David Thoreau died of tuberculosis at the age of 44 and Emerson delivered his eulogy. For the rest of his life, Emerson often referred to Thoreau as his best friend, in spite of a falling out that began in 1849 after Thoreau published A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers.

In 1867, Emerson’s health was declining, as demonstrated by his writing less in his journals, and he also started having memory problems, suffering from aphasia. By the end of the decade, he forgot his own name at times and, when anyone asked how he felt, he responded, “Quite well; I have lost my mental faculties, but am perfectly well”.

The author’s Concord home caught fire on July 24, 1872 and Emerson called for help from his neighbours. The flames were too dangerous to tackle and they had to give up putting the fire out, concentrating instead on saving as many objects as possible. Donations were collected by friends to help the Emersons rebuild, including $5,000 gathered by Francis Cabot Lowell, another $10,000 collected by LeBaron Russell Briggs, and a personal donation of $1,000 from George Bancroft. Support for shelter was offered as well; though the Emersons ended up staying with family at the Old Manse, invitations came from Anne Lynch Botta, James Elliot Cabot, James Thomas Fields and Annie Adams Fields. The fire marked an end to Emerson’s serious lecturing career; from then on, he would lecture only on special occasions and only in front of familiar audiences.

While the house was being rebuilt, Emerson embarked on a final trip abroad, visiting England, continental Europe and, of all places, Egypt. He left on October 23, 1872, along with his daughter Ellen while his wife spent time at the Old Manse and with friends. Emerson and his daughter Ellen returned to the United States on the ship Olympus along with their good friend Charles Eliot Norton on April 15, 1873. Their return to Concord was celebrated by the town and school was cancelled for that day.

Sadly, the problems with his memory had become embarrassing to Emerson and he ceased his public appearances by 1879. In April 1882, he was found to be suffering from pneumonia and Emerson passed away on April 27, 1882.

As a lecturer and orator, Emerson gradually became the leading voice of intellectual culture in the United States, establishing himself as one of the pioneers of the lecturing system. He was well-respected by his fellow writers and lecturers, who easily acknowledged his ability to influence and inspire others.  Emerson’s poetry and other writings not only influenced his contemporaries, such as Walt Whitman and Henry David Thoreau, but would continue to influence thinkers and writers in the United States and around the world down to the present. Notable thinkers who recognise Emerson’s influence include Nietzsche and William James, Emerson’s godson. 

Emerson as a young man

Achille Murat (1801-1847) was the eldest son of the upstart King of Naples during the First French Empire and later in life mayor of Tallahassee, Florida in the United States. He was a great source of inspiration to Emerson in his early writings.

Murat’s house in St. Augustine, Florida, which Emerson visited many times

Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881) was a Scottish philosopher, satirical writer, essayist, historian and teacher during the Victorian era, who greatly inspired Emerson during his English travels.

Lydia Jackson Emerson and her son Edward Waldo Emerson

Emerson, c. 1862

Emerson, c. 1869

THE COMPLETE POEMS

CONTENTS

Poems of Youth and Early Manhood

Poems, 1847

May-Day and Other Pieces

Elements and Mottoes

Quatrains

Fragments

Uncollected Poems

Translations

Chronological List of Poems

Alphabetical List of Poems

Poems of Youth and Early Manhood

THE BELL

I love thy music, mellow bell,  I love thine iron chime,To life or death, to heaven or hell,  Which calls the sons of Time.

Thy voice upon the deep  The home-bound sea-boy hails,It charms his cares to sleep,  It cheers him as he sails.

To house of God and heavenly joys  Thy summons called our sires,And good men thought thy sacred voice  Disarmed the thunder’s fires.

And soon thy music, sad death-bell,  Shall lift its notes once more,And mix my requiem with the wind  That sweeps my native shore.

1823.

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THOUGHT

I am not poor, but I am proud,  Of one inalienable right,Above the envy of the crowd, —   Thought’s holy light.

Better it is than gems or gold,  And oh! it cannot die,But thought will glow when the sun grows cold,  And mix with Deity.

BOSTON, 1823.

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PRAYER

When success exalts thy lot,God for thy virtue lays a plot:And all thy life is for thy own,Then for mankind’s instruction shown;And though thy knees were never bent,To Heaven thy hourly prayers are sent,And whether formed for good or ill,Are registered and answered still.

1826 [?].

I bear in youth the sad infirmitiesThat use to undo the limb and sense of age;It hath pleased Heaven to break the dream of blissWhich lit my onward way with bright presage,And my unserviceable limbs forego.The sweet delight I found in fields and farms,On windy hills, whose tops with morning glow,And lakes, smooth mirrors of Aurora’s charms.Yet I think on them in the silent night,Still breaks that morn, though dim, to Memory’s eye,And the firm soul does the pale train defyOf grim Disease, that would her peace affright.Please God, I’ll wrap me in mine innocence,And bid each awful Muse drive the damned harpies hence.

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CAMBRIDGE, 1827.

Be of good cheer, brave spirit; steadfastlyServe that low whisper thou hast served; for know,God hath a select family of sonsNow scattered wide thro’ earth, and each alone,Who are thy spiritual kindred, and each oneBy constant service to, that inward law,Is weaving the sublime proportionsOf a true monarch’s soul. Beauty and strength,The riches of a spotless memory,The eloquence of truth, the wisdom gotBy searching of a clear and loving eyeThat seeth as God seeth. These are their gifts,And Time, who keeps God’s word, brings on the dayTo seal the marriage of these minds with thine,Thine everlasting lovers. Ye shall beThe salt of all the elements, world of the world.

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TO-DAY

I rake no coffined clay, nor publish wideThe resurrection of departed pride.Safe in their ancient crannies, dark and deep,Let kings and conquerors, saints and soldiers sleep — Late in the world, — too late perchance for fame,Just late enough to reap abundant blame, — I choose a novel theme, a bold abuseOf critic charters, an unlaurelled Muse.

Old mouldy men and books and names and landsDisgust my reason and defile my hands.I had as lief respect an ancient shoe,As love old things for age, and hate the new.I spurn the Past, my mind disdains its nod,Nor kneels in homage to so mean a God.I laugh at those who, while they gape and gaze,The bald antiquity of China praise.Youth is (whatever cynic tubs pretend)The fault that boys and nations soonest mend.

1824.

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FAME

Ah Fate, cannot a man  Be wise without a beard?East, West, from Beer to Dan,  Say, was it never heardThat wisdom might in youth be gotten,Or wit be ripe before ‘t was rotten?

He pays too high a price  For knowledge and for fameWho sells his sinews to be wise,  His teeth and bones to buy a name,And crawls through life a paralyticTo earn the praise of bard and critic.

Were it not better done,  To dine and sleep through forty years;Be loved by few; be feared by none;  Laugh life away; have wine for tears;And take the mortal leap undaunted,Content that all we asked was granted?

But Fate will not permit  The seed of gods to die,Nor suffer sense to win from wit  Its guerdon in the sky,Nor let us hide, whate’er our pleasure,The world’s light underneath a measure.

Go then, sad youth, and shine;  Go, sacrifice to Fame;Put youth, joy, health upon the shrine,  And life to fan the flame;Being for Seeming bravely barterAnd die to Fame a happy martyr.

1824.

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THE SUMMONS

A sterner errand to the silken troopHas quenched the uneasy blush that warmed my cheek;I am commissioned in my day of joyTo leave my woods and streams and the sweet slothOf prayer and song that were my dear delight,To leave the rudeness of my woodland life,Sweet twilight walks and midnight solitudeAnd kind acquaintance with the morning starsAnd the glad hey-day of my household hours,The innocent mirth which sweetens daily bread,Railing in love to those who rail again,By mind’s industry sharpening the love of life — Books, Muses, Study, fireside, friends and love,I loved ye with true love, so fare ye well!

 I was a boy; boyhood slid gayly byAnd the impatient years that trod on itTaught me new lessons in the lore of life.I’ve learned the sum of that sad historyAll woman-born do know, that hoped-for days,Days that come dancing on fraught with delights,Dash our blown hopes as they limp heavily by.But I, the bantling of a country Muse,Abandon all those toys with speed to obeyThe King whose meek ambassador I go.

1826.

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THE RIVER

And I behold once moreMy old familiar haunts; here the blue river,The same blue wonder that my infant eyeAdmired, sage doubting whence the traveller came, — Whence brought his sunny bubbles ere he washedThe fragrant flag-roots in my father’s fields,And where thereafter in the world he went.Look, here he is, unaltered, save that nowHe hath broke his banks and flooded all the valesWith his redundant waves.Here is the rock where, yet a simple child,I caught with bended pin my earliest fish,Much triumphing, — and these the fieldsOver whose flowers I chased the butterflyA blooming hunter of a fairy fine.And hark! where overhead the ancient crowsHold their sour conversation in the sky: — These are the same, but I am not the same,But wiser than I was, and wise enoughNot to regret the changes, tho’ they costMe many a sigh. Oh, call not Nature dumb;These trees and stones are audible to me,These idle flowers, that tremble in the wind,I understand their faery syllables,And all their sad significance. The wind,That rustles down the well-known forest road — It hath a sound more eloquent than speech.The stream, the trees, the grass, the sighing wind,All of them utter sounds of ‘monishmentAnd grave parental love.They are not of our race, they seem to say,And yet have knowledge of our moral race,And somewhat of majestic sympathy,Something of pity for the puny clay,That holds and boasts the immeasurable mind.I feel as I were welcome to these treesAfter long months of weary wandering,Acknowledged by their hospitable boughs;They know me as their son, for side by side,They were coeval with my ancestors,Adorned with them my country’s primitive times,And soon may give my dust their funeral shade.

CONCORD, June, 1827.

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GOOD HOPE

The cup of life is not so shallowThat we have drained the best,That all the wine at once we swallowAnd lees make all the rest.

Maids of as soft a bloom shall marryAs Hymen yet hath blessed,And fairer forms are in the quarryThan Phidias released.

1827.

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LINES TO ELLEN

Tell me, maiden, dost thou useThyself thro’ Nature to diffuse?All the angles of the coastWere tenanted by thy sweet ghost,Bore thy colors every flower,Thine each leaf and berry bore;All wore thy badges and thy favorsIn their scent or in their savors,Every moth with painted wing,Every bird in carolling,The wood-boughs with thy manners waved,The rocks uphold thy name engraved,The sod throbbed friendly to my feet,And the sweet air with thee was sweet.The saffron cloud that floated warmStudied thy motion, took thy form,And in his airy road benignRecalled thy skill in bold design,Or seemed to use his privilegeTo gaze o’er the horizon’s edge,To search where now thy beauty glowed,Or made what other purlieus proud.

1829.

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SECURITY

Though her eye seek other formsAnd a glad delight below,Yet the love the world that warmsBids for me her bosom glow.

She must love me till she findAnother heart as large and true.Her soul is frank as the ocean wind,And the world has only two.

If Nature hold another heartThat knows a purer flame than me,I too therein could challenge partAnd learn of love a new degree.

1829.

A dull uncertain brain,But gifted yet to knowThat God has cherubim who goSinging an immortal strain,Immortal here below.I know the mighty bards,I listen when they sing,And now I knowThe secret storeWhich these exploreWhen they with torch of genius pierceThe tenfold clouds that coverThe riches of the universeFrom God’s adoring lover.And if to me it is not givenTo fetch one ingot thenceOf the unfading gold of HeavenHis merchants may dispense,Yet well I know the royal mine,And know the sparkle of its ore,Know Heaven’s truth from lies that shine — Explored they teach us to explore.

1831.

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A MOUNTAIN GRAVE

Why fear to dieAnd let thy body lieUnder the flowers of June,  Thy body food  For the ground-worms’ broodAnd thy grave smiled on by the visiting moon.

Amid great Nature’s hallsGirt in by mountain wallsAnd washed with waterfallsIt would please me to die,  Where every wind that swept my tomb  Goes loaded with a free perfumeDealt out with a God’s charity.

I should like to die in sweets,A hill’s leaves for winding-sheets,And the searching sun to seeThat I am laid with decency.And the commissioned wind to singHis mighty psalm from fall to springAnd annual tunes commemorateOf Nature’s child the common fate.

WILLIAMSTOWN, VERMONT, 1 June, 1831.

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A LETTER

Dear brother, would you know the life,Please God, that I would lead?On the first wheels that quit this weary townOver yon western bridges I would rideAnd with a cheerful benison forsakeEach street and spire and roof, incontinent.Then would I seek where God might guide my steps,Deep in a woodland tract, a sunny farm,Amid the mountain counties, Hants, Franklin, Berks,Where down the rock ravine a river roars,Even from a brook, and where old woodsNot tamed and cleared cumber the groundWith their centennial wrecks.Find me a slope where I can feel the sunAnd mark the rising of the early stars.There will I bring my books, — my household gods,The reliquaries of my dead saint, and dwellIn the sweet odor of her memory.Then in the uncouth solitude unlockMy stock of art, plant dials in the grass,Hang in the air a bright thermometerAnd aim a telescope at the inviolate sun.

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CHARDON ST., BOSTON, 1831.

Day by day returnsThe everlasting sun,Replenishing material urnsWith God’s unspared donation;But the day of day,The orb within the mind,Creating fair and good alway,Shines not as once it shined.

* * *

Vast the realm of Being is,In the waste one nook is his;Whatsoever hap befallsIn his vision’s narrow wallsHe is here to testify.

1831.

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HYMN

There is in all the sons of menA love that in the spirit dwells,That panteth after things unseen,And tidings of the future tells.

And God hath built his altar hereTo keep this fire of faith alive,And sent his priests in holy fearTo speak the truth — for truth to strive.

And hither come the pensive trainOf rich and poor, of young and old,Of ardent youth untouched by pain,Of thoughtful maids and manhood bold.

They seek a friend to speak the wordAlready trembling on their tongue,To touch with prophet’s hand the chordWhich God in human hearts hath strung.

To speak the plain reproof of sinThat sounded in the soul before,And bid you let the angels inThat knock at meek contrition’s door.

A friend to lift the curtain upThat hides from man the mortal goal,And with glad thoughts of faith and hopeSurprise the exulting soul.

Sole source of light and hope assured,O touch thy servant’s lips with power,So shall he speak to us the wordThyself dost give forever more.

June, 1831.

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SELF-RELIANCE

Henceforth, please God, forever I foregoThe yoke of men’s opinions. I will beLight-hearted as a bird, and live with God.I find him in the bottom of my heart,I hear continually his voice therein.

* * *

The little needle always knows the North,The little bird remembereth his note,And this wise Seer within me never errs.I never taught it what it teaches me;I only follow, when I act aright.

October 9, 1832.

And when I am entombed in my place,Be it remembered of a single man,He never, though he dearly loved his race,For fear of human eyes swerved from his plan.

Oh what is Heaven but the fellowshipOf minds that each can stand against the worldBy its own meek and incorruptible will?

The days pass over meAnd I am still the same;The aroma of my life is goneWith the flower with which it came.

1833.

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WRITTEN IN NAPLES

We are what we are made; each following dayIs the Creator of our human mouldNot less than was the first; the all-wise GodGilds a few points in every several life,And as each flower upon the fresh hillside,And every colored petal of each flower,Is sketched and dyed, each with a new design,Its spot of purple, and its streak of brown,So each man’s life shall have its proper lights,And a few joys, a few peculiar charms,For him round in the melancholy hoursAnd reconcile him to the common days.Not many men see beauty in the fogsOf close low pine-woods in a river town;Yet unto me not morn’s magnificence,Nor the red rainbow of a summer eve,Nor Rome, nor joyful Paris, nor the hallsOf rich men blazing hospitable light,Nor wit, nor eloquence, — no, nor even the songOf any woman that is now alive, — Hath such a soul, such divine influence,Such resurrection of the happy past,As is to me when I behold the mornOpe in such law moist roadside, and beneathPeep the blue violets out of the black loam,Pathetic silent poets that sing to meThine elegy, sweet singer, sainted wife.

March, 1833.

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WRITTEN AT ROME

Alone in Rome. Why, Rome is lonely too; — Besides, you need not be alone; the soulShall have society of its own rank.Be great, be true, and all the Scipios,The Catos, the wise patriots of Rome,Shall flock to you and tarry by your side,And comfort you with their high company.Virtue alone is sweet society,It keeps the key to all heroic hearts,And opens you a welcome in them all.You must be like them if you desire them,Scorn trifles and embrace a better aimThan wine or sleep or praise;Hunt knowledge as the lover wooes a maid,And ever in the strife of your own thoughtsObey the nobler impulse; that is Rome:That shall command a senate to your side;For there is no might in the universeThat can contend with love. It reigns forever.Wait then, sad friend, wait in majestic peaceThe hour of heaven. Generously trustThy fortune’s web to the beneficent handThat until now has put his world in feeTo thee. He watches for thee still. His loveBroods over thee, and as God lives in heaven,However long thou walkest solitary,The hour of heaven shall come, the man appear.

1833.

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WEBSTER

1831

Let Webster’s lofty faceEver on thousands shine,A beacon set that Freedom’s raceMight gather omens from that radiant sign.

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FROM THE PHI BETA KAPPA POEM

1834

Ill fits the abstemious Muse a crown to weaveFor living brows; ill fits them to receive:And yet, if virtue abrogate the law,One portrait — fact or fancy — we may draw;A form which Nature cast in the heroic mouldOf them who rescued liberty of old;He, when the rising storm of party roared,Brought his great forehead to the council board,There, while hot heads perplexed with fears the state,Calm as the morn the manly patriot sate;Seemed, when at last his clarion accents broke,As if the conscience of the country spoke.Not on its base Monadnoc surer stood,Than he to common sense and common good:No mimic; from his breast his counsel drew,Believed the eloquent was aye the true;He bridged the gulf from th’ alway good and wiseTo that within the vision of small eyes.Self-centred; when he launched the genuine wordIt shook or captivated all who heard,Ran from his mouth to mountains and the sea,And burned in noble hearts proverb and prophecy.

1854

Why did all manly gifts in Webster fail?He wrote on Nature’s grandest brow, For Sale.

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GOOD-BYE

Good-bye, proud world! I’m going home:Thou art not my friend, and I’m not thine.Long through thy weary crowds I roam;A river-ark on the ocean brine,Long I’ve been tossed like the driven foam:But now, proud world! I’m going home.

Good-bye to Flattery’s fawning face;To Grandeur with his wise grimace;To upstart Wealth’s averted eye;To supple Office, low and high;To crowded halls, to court and street;To frozen hearts and hasting feet;To those who go, and those who come;Good-bye, proud world! I’m going home.

I am going to my own hearth-stone,Bosomed in yon green hills alone, — secret nook in a pleasant land,Whose groves the frolic fairies planned;Where arches green, the livelong day,Echo the blackbird’s roundelay,And vulgar feet have never trodA spot that is sacred to thought and God.

O, when I am safe in my sylvan home,I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome;And when I am stretched beneath the pines,Where the evening star so holy shines,I laugh at the lore and the pride of man,At the sophist schools and the learned clan;For what are they all, in their high conceit,When man in the bush with God may meet?

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EACH AND ALL

Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clownOf thee from the hill-top looking down;The heifer that lows in the upland farm,Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm;The sexton, tolling his bell at noon,Deems not that great NapoleonStops his horse, and lists with delight,Whilst his files sweep round yon Alpine height;Nor knowest thou what argumentThy life to thy neighbor’s creed has lent.All are needed by each one;Nothing is fair or good alone.I thought the sparrow’s note from heaven,Singing at dawn on the alder bough;I brought him home, in his nest, at even;He sings the song, but it cheers not now,For I did not bring home the river and sky; — He sang to my ear, — they sang to my eye.The delicate shells lay on the shore;The bubbles of the latest waveFresh pearls to their enamel gave,And the bellowing of the savage seaGreeted their safe escape to me.I wiped away the weeds and foam,I fetched my sea-born treasures home;But the poor, unsightly, noisome thingsHad left their beauty on the shoreWith the sun and the sand and the wild uproar.The lover watched his graceful maid,As ‘mid the virgin train she strayed,Nor knew her beauty’s best attireWas woven still by the snow-white choir.At last she came to his hermitage,Like the bird from the woodlands to the cage; — The gay enchantment was undone,A gentle wife, but fairy none.Then I said, ‘I covet truth;Beauty is unripe childhood’s cheat;I leave it behind with the games of youth:’ — As I spoke, beneath my feetThe ground-pine curled its pretty wreath,Running over the club-moss burrs;I inhaled the violet’s breath;Around me stood the oaks and firs;Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground;Over me soared the eternal sky.Full of light and of deity;Again I saw, again I heard,The rolling river, the morning bird; — Beauty through my senses stole;I yielded myself to the perfect whole.

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THE PROBLEM

I like a church; I like a cowl;I love a prophet of the soul;And on my heart monastic aislesFall like sweet strains, or pensive smilesYet not for all his faith can seeWould I that cowlèd churchman be.

Why should the vest on him allure,Which I could not on me endure?

Not from a vain or shallow thoughtHis awful Jove young Phidias brought;Never from lips of cunning fellThe thrilling Delphic oracle;Out from the heart of nature rolledThe burdens of the Bible old;The litanies of nations came,Like the volcano’s tongue of flame,Up from the burning core below, — The canticles of love and woe:The hand that rounded Peter’s domeAnd groined the aisles of Christian RomeWrought in a sad sincerity;Himself from God he could not free;He builded better than he knew; — The conscious stone to beauty grew.

Know’st thou what wove yon woodbird’s nestOf leaves, and feathers from her breast?Or how the fish outbuilt her shell,Painting with morn each annual cell?Or how the sacred pine-tree addsTo her old leaves new myriads?Such and so grew these holy piles,Whilst love and terror laid the tiles.Earth proudly wears the Parthenon,As the best gem upon her zone,And Morning opes with haste her lidsTo gaze upon the Pyramids;O’er England’s abbeys bends the sky,As on its friends, with kindred eye;For out of Thought’s interior sphereThese wonders rose to upper air;And Nature gladly gave them place,Adopted them into her race,And granted them an equal dateWith Andes and with Ararat.

These temples grew as grows the grass;Art might obey, but not surpass.The passive Master lent his handTo the vast soul that o’er him planned;And the same power that reared the shrineBestrode the tribes that knelt within.Ever the fiery PentecostGirds with one flame the countless host,Trances the heart through chanting choirs,And through the priest the mind inspires.The word unto the prophet spokenWas writ on tables yet unbroken;The word by seers or sibyls told,In groves of oak, or fanes of gold,Still floats upon the morning wind,Still whispers to the willing mind.One accent of the Holy GhostThe heedless world hath never lost.I know what say the fathers wise, — The Book itself before me lies,Old Chrysostom, best Augustine,And he who blent both in his line,The younger Golden Lips or mines,Taylor, the Shakspeare of divines.His words are music in my ear,I see his cowlèd portrait dear;And yet, for all his faith could see,I would not the good bishop be.

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TO RHEA

Thee, dear friend, a brother soothes,Not with flatteries, but truths,Which tarnish not, but purifyTo light which dims the morning’s eye.I have come from the spring-woods,From the fragrant solitudes; — Listen what the poplar-treeAnd murmuring waters counselled me.

If with love thy heart has burned;If thy love is unreturned;Hide thy grief within thy breast,Though it tear thee unexpressed;For when love has once departedFrom the eyes of the false-hearted,And one by one has torn off quiteThe bandages of purple light;Though thou wert the loveliestForm the soul had ever dressed,Thou shalt seem, in each reply,A vixen to his altered eye;Thy softest pleadings seem too bold,Thy praying lute will seem to scold;Though thou kept the straightest road,Yet thou errest far and broad.

But thou shalt do as do the godsIn their cloudless periods;For of this lore be thou sure, — Though thou forget, the gods, secure,Forget never their command,But make the statute of this land.As they lead, so follow all,Ever have done, ever shall.Warning to the blind and deaf,‘T is written on the iron leaf,Who drinks of Cupid’s nectar cupLoveth downward, and not up;He who loves, of gods or men,Shall not by the same be loved again;His sweetheart’s idolatryFalls, in turn, a new degree.When a god is once beguiledBy beauty of a mortal childAnd by her radiant youth delighted,He is not fooled, but warily knowethHis love shall never be requited.And thus the wise Immortal doeth, — ‘T is his study and delightTo bless that creature day and night;From all evils to defend her;In her lap to pour all splendor;To ransack earth for riches rare,And fetch her stars to deck her hair:He mixes music with her thoughts,And saddens her with heavenly doubts:All grace, all good his great heart knows,Profuse in love, the king bestows,Saying, ‘Hearken! Earth, Sea, Air!This monument of my despairBuild I to the All-Good, All-Fair.Not for a private good,But I, from my beatitude,Albeit scorned as none was scorned,Adorn her as was none adorned.I make this maiden an ensampleTo Nature, through her kingdoms ample,Whereby to model newer races,Statelier forms and fairer faces;To carry man to new degreesOf power and of comeliness.These presents be the hostagesWhich I pawn for my release.See to thyself, O Universe!Thou art better, and not worse.’ — And the god, having given all,Is freed forever from his thrall.

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THE VISIT

Askest, ‘How long thou shalt stay?’Devastator of the day!Know, each substance and relation,Thorough nature’s operation,Hath its unit, bound and metre;And every new compoundIs some product and repeater, — Product of the earlier found.But the unit of the visit,The encounter of the wise, — Say, what other metre is itThan the meeting of the eyes?Nature poureth into natureThrough the channels of that feature,Riding on the ray of sight,Fleeter far than whirlwinds go,Or for service, or delight,Hearts to hearts their meaning show,Sum their long experience,And import intelligence.Single look has drained the breast;Single moment years confessed.The duration of a glanceIs the term of convenance,And, though thy rede be church or state,Frugal multiples of that.Speeding Saturn cannot halt;Linger, — thou shalt rue the fault:If Love his moment overstay,Hatred’s swift repulsions play.

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URIEL

It fell in the ancient periods  Which the brooding soul surveys,Or ever the wild Time coined itself  Into calendar months and days.

This was the lapse of Uriel,Which in Paradise befell.Once, among the Pleiads walking,Seyd overheard the young gods talking;And the treason, too long pent,To his ears was evident.The young deities discussedLaws of form, and metre just,Orb, quintessence, and sunbeams,What subsisteth, and what seems.One, with low tones that decide,And doubt and reverend use defied,With a look that solved the sphere,And stirred the devils everywhere,Gave his sentiment divineAgainst the being of a line.‘Line in nature is not found;Unit and universe are round;In vain produced, all rays return;Evil will bless, and ice will burn.’As Uriel spoke with piercing eye,A shudder ran around the sky;The stern old war-gods shook their heads,The seraphs frowned from myrtle-beds;Seemed to the holy festivalThe rash word boded ill to all;The balance-beam of Fate was bent;The bounds of good and ill were rent;Strong Hades could not keep his own,But all slid to confusion.

A sad self-knowledge, withering, fellOn the beauty of Uriel;In heaven once eminent, the godWithdrew, that hour, into his cloud;Whether doomed to long gyrationIn the sea of generation,Or by knowledge grown too brightTo hit the nerve of feebler sight.Straightway, a forgetting windStole over the celestial kind,And their lips the secret kept,If in ashes the fire-seed slept.But now and then, truth-speaking thingsShamed the angels’ veiling wings;And, shrilling from the solar course,Or from fruit of chemic force,Procession of a soul in matter,Or the speeding change of water,Or out of the good of evil born,Came Uriel’s voice of cherub scorn,And a blush tinged the upper sky,And the gods shook, they knew not why.

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THE WORLD-SOUL

Thanks to the morning light,  Thanks to the foaming sea,To the uplands of New Hampshire,  To the green-haired forest free;Thanks to each man of courage,  To the maids of holy mind,To the boy with his games undaunted  Who never looks behind.

Cities of proud hotels,  Houses of rich and great,Vice nestles in your chambers,  Beneath your roofs of slate.It cannot conquer folly, —   Time-and-space-conquering steam, — And the light-outspeeding telegraph  Bears nothing on its beam.

The politics are base;  The letters do not cheer;And ’tis far in the deeps of history,  The voice that speaketh clear.Trade and the streets ensnare us,  Our bodies are weak and worn;We plot and corrupt each other,  And we despoil the unborn.

Yet there in the parlor sits  Some figure of noble guise, — Our angel, in a stranger’s form,  Or woman’s pleading eyes;Or only a flashing sunbeam  In at the window-pane;Or Music pours on mortals  Its beautiful disdain.

The inevitable morning  Finds them who in cellars be;And be sure the all-loving Nature  Will smile in a factory.Yon ridge of purple landscape,  Yon sky between the walls,Hold all the hidden wonders In scanty intervals.

Alas! the Sprite that haunts us  Deceives our rash desire;It whispers of the glorious gods,  And leaves us in the mire.We cannot learn the cipher  That’s writ upon our cell;Stars taunt us by a mystery  Which we could never spell.

If but one hero knew it,  The world would blush in flame;The sage, till he hit the secret,  Would hang his head for shame.Our brothers have not read it,  Not one has found the key;And henceforth we are comforted, —   We are but such as they.

Still, still the secret presses;  The nearing clouds draw down;The crimson morning flames into  The fopperies of the town.Within, without the idle earth,  Stars weave eternal rings;The sun himself shines heartily,  And shares the joy he brings.

And what if Trade sow cities  Like shells along the shore,And thatch with towns the prairie broad  With railways ironed o’er? — They are but sailing foam-bells  Along Thought’s causing stream,And take their shape and sun-color  From him that sends the dream.

For Destiny never swerves  Nor yields to men the helm;He shoots his thought, by hidden nerves,  Throughout the solid realm.The patient Daemon sits,  With roses and a shroud;He has his way, and deals his gifts, —   But ours is not allowed.

He is no churl nor trifler,  And his viceroy is none, — Love-without-weakness, —   Of Genius sire and son.And his will is not thwarted;  The seeds of land and seaAre the atoms of his body bright,  And his behest obey.

He serveth the servant,  The brave he loves amain;He kills the cripple and the sick,  And straight begins again;For gods delight in gods,  And thrust the weak aside;To him who scorns their charities  Their arms fly open wide.

When the old world is sterile  And the ages are effete,He will from wrecks and sediment  The fairer world complete.He forbids to despair;  His cheeks mantle with mirth;And the unimagined good of men  Is yeaning at the birth.

Spring still makes spring in the mind  When sixty years are told;Love wakes anew this throbbing heart,  And we are never old;Over the winter glaciers  I see the summer glow,And through the wild-piled snow-drift  The warm rosebuds below.

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THE SPHINX

The Sphinx is drowsy,  Her wings are furled:Her ear is heavy,  She broods on the world.“Who’ll tell me my secret,  The ages have kept? — I awaited the seer  While they slumbered and slept: —

“The fate of the man-child,  The meaning of man;Known fruit of the unknown;  Daedalian plan;Out of sleeping a waking,  Out of waking a sleep;Life death overtaking;  Deep underneath deep?

“Erect as a sunbeam,  Upspringeth the palm;The elephant browses,  Undaunted and calm;In beautiful motion  The thrush plies his wings;Kind leaves of his covert,  Your silence he sings.

“The waves, unashamèd,  In difference sweet,Play glad with the breezes,  Old playfellows meet;The journeying atoms,  Primordial wholes,Firmly draw, firmly drive,  By their animate poles.

“Sea, earth, air, sound, silence.  Plant, quadruped, bird,By one music enchanted,  One deity stirred, — Each the other adorning,  Accompany still;Night veileth the morning,  The vapor the hill.

“The babe by its mother  Lies bathèd in joy;Glide its hours uncounted, —   The sun is its toy;Shines the peace of all being,  Without cloud, in its eyes;And the sum of the world  In soft miniature lies.

“But man crouches and blushes,  Absconds and conceals;He creepeth and peepeth,  He palters and steals;Infirm, melancholy,  Jealous glancing around,An oaf, an accomplice,  He poisons the ground.

“Out spoke the great mother,  Beholding his fear; — At the sound of her accents  Cold shuddered the sphere: — ‘Who has drugged my boy’s cup?  Who has mixed my boy’s bread?Who, with sadness and madness,  Has turned my child’s head?’”

I heard a poet answer  Aloud and cheerfully,‘Say on, sweet Sphinx! thy dirges  Are pleasant songs to me.Deep love lieth under  These pictures of time;They fade in the light of  Their meaning sublime.

“The fiend that man harries  Is love of the Best;Yawns the pit of the Dragon,  Lit by rays from the Blest.The Lethe of Nature  Can’t trance him again,Whose soul sees the perfect,  Which his eyes seek in vain.

“To vision profounder,  Man’s spirit must dive;His aye-rolling orb  At no goal will arrive;The heavens that now draw him  With sweetness untold,Once found, — for new heavens  He spurneth the old.

“Pride ruined the angels,  Their shame them restores;Lurks the joy that is sweetest  In stings of remorse.Have I a lover  Who is noble and free? — I would he were nobler  Than to love me.

“Eterne alternation  Now follows, now flies;And under pain, pleasure, —   Under pleasure, pain lies.Love works at the centre,  Heart-heaving alway;Forth speed the strong pulses  To the borders of day.

“Dull Sphinx, Jove keep thy five wits;  Thy sight is growing blear;Rue, myrrh and cummin for the Sphinx,  Her muddy eyes to clear!”The old Sphinx bit her thick lip, —   Said, “Who taught thee me to name?I am thy spirit, yoke-fellow;  Of thine eye I am eyebeam.

“Thou art the unanswered question;  Couldst see thy proper eye,Alway it asketh, asketh;  And each answer is a lie.So take thy quest through nature,  It through thousand natures ply;Ask on, thou clothed eternity;  Time is the false reply.”

Uprose the merry Sphinx,  And crouched no more in stone;She melted into purple cloud,  She silvered in the moon;She spired into a yellow flame;  She flowered in blossoms red;She flowed into a foaming wave:  She stood Monadnoc’s head.

Thorough a thousand voices  Spoke the universal dame;“Who telleth one of my meanings  Is master of all I am.”

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ALPHONSO OF CASTILE

I, Alphonso, live and learn,Seeing Nature go astern.Things deteriorate in kind;Lemons run to leaves and rind;Meagre crop of figs and limes;Shorter days and harder times.Flowering April cools and diesIn the insufficient skies.Imps, at high midsummer, blotHalf the sun’s disk with a spot;‘Twill not now avail to tanOrange cheek or skin of man.Roses bleach, the goats are dry,Lisbon quakes, the people cry.Yon pale, scrawny fisher fools,Gaunt as bitterns in the pools,Are no brothers of my blood; — They discredit Adamhood.Eyes of gods! ye must have seen,O’er your ramparts as ye lean,The general debility;Of genius the sterility;Mighty projects countermanded;Rash ambition, brokenhanded;Puny man and scentless roseTormenting Pan to double the dose.Rebuild or ruin: either fillOf vital force the wasted rill,Or tumble all again in heapTo weltering Chaos and to sleep.

Say, Seigniors, are the old Niles dry,Which fed the veins of earth and sky,That mortals miss the loyal heats,Which drove them erst to social feats;Now, to a savage selfness grown,Think nature barely serves for one;With science poorly mask their hurt;And vex the gods with question pert,Immensely curious whether youStill are rulers, or Mildew?

Masters, I’m in pain with you;Masters, I’ll be plain with you;In my palace of Castile,I, a king, for kings can feel.There my thoughts the matter roll,And solve and oft resolve the whole.And, for I’m styled Alphonse the Wise,Ye shall not fail for sound advice.Before ye want a drop of rain,Hear the sentiment of Spain.

You have tried famine: no more try it;Ply us now with a full diet;Teach your pupils now with plenty,For one sun supply us twenty.I have thought it thoroughly over, — State of hermit, state of lover;We must have society,We cannot spare variety.Hear you, then, celestial fellows!Fits not to be overzealous;Steads not to work on the clean jump,Nor wine nor brains perpetual pump.Men and gods are too extense;Could you slacken and condense?Your rank overgrowths reduceTill your kinds abound with juice?Earth, crowded, cries, ‘Too many men!’My counsel is, kill nine in ten,And bestow the shares of allOn the remnant decimal.Add their nine lives to this cat;Stuff their nine brains in one hat;Make his frame and forces squareWith the labors he must dare;Thatch his flesh, and even his yearsWith the marble which he rears.There, growing slowly old at easeNo faster than his planted trees,He may, by warrant of his age,In schemes of broader scope engage.So shall ye have a man of the sphereFit to grace the solar year.

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MITHRIDATES

I cannot spare water or wine,  Tobacco-leaf, or poppy, or rose;From the earth-poles to the Line,  All between that works or grows,Every thing is kin of mine.

Give me agates for my meat;Give me cantharids to eat;From air and ocean bring me foods,From all zones and altitudes; —

From all natures, sharp and slimy,  Salt and basalt, wild and tame:Tree and lichen, ape, sea-lion,  Bird, and reptile, be my game.

Ivy for my fillet band;Blinding dog-wood in my hand;Hemlock for my sherbet cull me,And the prussic juice to lull me;Swing me in the upas boughs,Vampyre-fanned, when I carouse.

Too long shut in strait and few,Thinly dieted on dew,I will use the world, and sift it,To a thousand humors shift it,As you spin a cherry.O doleful ghosts, and goblins merry!O all you virtues, methods, mights,Means, appliances, delights,Reputed wrongs and braggart rights,Smug routine, and things allowed,Minorities, things under cloud!Hither! take me, use me, fill me,Vein and artery, though ye kill me!

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TO J.W.

Set not thy foot on graves;Hear what wine and roses say;The mountain chase, the summer waves,The crowded town, thy feet may well delay.

Set not thy foot on graves;Nor seek to unwind the shroudWhich charitable TimeAnd Nature have allowedTo wrap the errors of a sage sublime.

Set not thy foot on graves;Care not to strip the deadOf his sad ornament,His myrrh, and wine, and rings,

His sheet of lead,And trophies buried:Go, get them where he earned them when alive;As resolutely dig or dive.

Life is too short to wasteIn critic peep or cynic bark,Quarrel or reprimand:‘T will soon be dark;Up! mind thine own aim, andGod speed the mark!

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DESTINY

That you are fair or wise is vain,Or strong, or rich, or generous;You must add the untaught strain