Poems by Ralph Waldo Emerson

I heard or seemed to hear the chiding Sea
Say, Pilgrim, why so late and slow to come?
Am I ...

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
S...

I am the Muse who sung alway
By Jove, at dawn of the first day.
Star-crowned, sole-sitting, ...

Mine are the night and morning,
The pits of air, the gulf of space,
The sportive sun, the...

The living Heaven thy prayers respect,
House at once and architect,
Quarrying man's rejected ...

Seek not the spirit, if it hide
Inexorable to thy zeal:
Trembler, do not whine and chide:
...

It is time to be old,
To take in sail: --
The god of bounds,
Who sets to seas a shore,
Cam...

(Musa loquitur.) I hung my verses in the wind,
Time and tide their faults may find.
All were ...

1 When the pine tosses its cones
To the song of its waterfall tones,
Who speeds to the woodla...

It fell in the ancient periods
Which the brooding soul surveys,
Or ever the wild Time coined i...

Askest, 'How long thou shalt stay?'
Devastator of the day!
Know, each substance and relation,...

I

Low and mournful be the strain,
Haughty thought be far from me;
Tones of penitence a...

I do not count the hours I spend
In wandering by the sea;
The forest is my loyal friend,
Lik...

Who shall tell what did befall,
Far away in time, when once,
Over the lifeless ball,
Hung ...

Thanks to the morning light,
Thanks to the foaming sea,
To the uplands of New Hampshire,
To...