Poems by Ralph Waldo Emerson

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

I

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

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

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

Roving, roving, as it seems,
Una lights my clouded dreams;
Still for journeys she is dresse...

Thine eyes still shined for me, though far
I lonely roved the land or sea:
As I behold yon ev...

You shall not be overbold
When you deal with arctic cold,
As late I found my lukewarm blood
C...

And Ellen, when the graybeard years
Have brought us to life's evening hour,
And all the crowd...

The green grass is bowing,
The morning wind is in it;
'T is a tune worth thy knowing,
Thoug...

Set not thy foot on graves;
Hear what wine and roses say;
The mountain chase, the summer wav...

Space is ample, east and west,
But two cannot go abreast,
Cannot travel in it two:
Yonder ...

Thy summer voice, Musketaquit,
Repeats the music of the rain;
But sweeter rivers pulsing f...

O fair and stately maid, whose eyes
Were kindled in the upper skies
At the same torch that lig...

Thee, dear friend, a brother soothes,
Not with flatteries, but truths,
Which tarnish not, ...

If I could put my woods in song
And tell what's there enjoyed,
All men would to my gardens thr...