Rubies, by Ralph Waldo Emerson


They brought me rubies from the mine,
And held them to the sun;
I said, they are drops of frozen wine
From Eden's vats that run.   I looked again, --I thought them hearts
Of friends to friends unknown;
Tides that should warm each neighboring life
Are locked in sparkling stone.   But fire to thaw that ruddy snow,
To break enchanted ice,
And give love's scarlet tides to flow, --
When shall that sun arise? - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ralph Waldo Emerson