As, when the all-worshipped moon attracts the eye, The river, hill, stems, foliage are obscure, Yet envies none, none are unenviable." "Poems," 1847. ÉTIENNE DE LA BOÉCE1 I serve you not, if you I follow, The manhood that should yours resist,- 10 And worship that world-warning spark While the soul it doth surcharge, The traveller and the road seem one 1833. 20 "Poems," 1847. BRAHMA 2 The strong gods pine for my abode, DAYS Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and fagots in their hands. To each they offer gifts after his will, Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all. I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp, Forgot my morning wishes, hastily Atlantic Monthly, Nov., 1857. THE ROMANY GIRL The sun goes down, and with him takes Pale Northern girls! you scorn our race; And if I take you, dames, to task, If on the heath, below the moon, 10 Behold the Sea, The opaline, the plentiful and strong, Yet beautiful as is the rose in June, Fresh as the trickling rainbow of July; 20 Sea full of food, the nourisher of kinds, Purger of earth, and medicine of men; Creating a sweet climate by my breath, Washing out harms and griefs from memory, And, in my mathematic ebb and flow, Giving a hint of that which changes not. Rich are the sea-gods-who gives gifts but they? They grope the sea for pearls, but more than pearls: They pluck Force thence, and give it to the wise. For every wave is wealth to Dædalus, 30 Wealth to the cunning artist who can work This matchless strength. Where shall he find, O waves! A load your Atlas shoulders cannot lift? This poem, as E. W. Emerson records, is a striking illustration of Emerson's oneness in method and point of view in his writing of prose and verse. The day after a two-weeks' visit to Cape Ann in 1857 he entered in his journal a prose passage, which with almost no changes he recast into this blank verse. The original entry in the Journal occurs for July 3, 1857. A similar parallel passage is supplied for "Two Rivers," in E. W. Emerson's "Emerson in Concord," pp. 232, 3. This is he, who, felled by foes, Sprung harmless up, refreshed by blows: But him no prison-bars would hold: The crouching lion kissed his feet; Threading dark ways, arriving late, More near than aught thou call'st thy THE TEST (Musa loquitur.) I hung my verses in the wind, Time and tide their faults may find. Five were smelted in a pot Than the South more fierce and hot; And the meaning was more white 10 Atlantic Monthly, Jan., 1861. 40 Hopped on the bough, then, darting low, Here was this atom in full breath, "You pet! what dost here? and what for? In these woods, thy small Labrador, At this pinch, wee San Salvador! 80 With glad remembrance of my debt, I think old Cæsar must have heard I, who dreamed not when I came here 50 1862. 100 Atlantic Monthly, May, 1862. |