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Song of Nature
nby Ralph Waldo Emerson
n
nMine are the night and morning,
nThe pits of air, the gulf of space,
nThe sportive sun, the gibbous moon,
nThe innumerable days.
n
nI hid in the solar glory,
nI am dumb in the pealing song,
nI rest on the pitch of the torrent,
nIn slumber I am strong.
n
nNo numbers have counted my tallies,
nNo tribes my house can fill,
nI sit by the shining Fount of Life,
nAnd pour the deluge still;
n
nAnd ever by delicate powers
nGathering along the centuries
nFrom race on race the rarest flowers,
nMy wreath shall nothing miss.
n
nAnd many a thousand summers
nMy apples ripened well,
nAnd light from meliorating stars
nWith firmer glory fell.
n
nI wrote the past in characters
nOf rock and fire the scroll,
nThe building in the coral sea,
nThe planting of the coal.
n
nAnd thefts from satellites and rings
nAnd broken stars I drew,
nAnd out of spent and aged things
nI formed the world anew;
n
nWhat time the gods kept carnival,
nTricked out in star and flower,
nAnd in cramp elf and saurian forms
nThey swathed their too much power.
n
nTime and Thought were my surveyors,
nThey laid their courses well,
nThey boiled the sea, and baked the layers
nOr granite, marl, and shell.
n
nBut he, the man-child glorious,--
nWhere tarries he the while?
nThe rainbow shines his harbinger,
nThe sunset gleams his smile.
n
nMy boreal lights leap upward,
nForthright my planets roll,
nAnd still the man-child is not born,
nThe summit of the whole.
n
nMust time and tide forever run?
nWill never my winds go sleep in the west?
nWill never my wheels which whirl the sun
nAnd satellites have rest?
n
nToo much of donning and doffing,
nToo slow the rainbow fades,
nI weary of my robe of snow,
nMy leaves and my cascades;
n
nI tire of globes and races,
nToo long the game is played;
nWhat without him is summer's pomp,
nOr winter's frozen shade?
n
nI travail in pain for him,
nMy creatures travail and wait;
nHis couriers come by squadrons,
nHe comes not to the gate.
n
nTwice I have moulded an image,
nAnd thrice outstretched my hand,
nMade one of day, and one of night,
nAnd one of the salt sea-sand.
n
nOne in a Judaean manger,
nAnd one by Avon stream,
nOne over against the mouths of Nile,
nAnd one in the Academe.
n
nI moulded kings and saviours,
nAnd bards o'er kings to rule;--
nBut fell the starry influence short,
nThe cup was never full.
n
nYet whirl the glowing wheels once more,
nAnd mix the bowl again;
nSeethe, fate! the ancient elements,
nHeat, cold, wet, dry, and peace, and pain.
n
nLet war and trade and creeds and song
nBlend, ripen race on race,
nThe sunburnt world a man shall breed
nOf all the zones, and countless days.
n
nNo ray is dimmed, no atom worn,
nMy oldest force is good as new,
nAnd the fresh rose on yonder thorn
nGives back the bending heavens in dew.

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• Waktu upload: Kamis, 08 Apr 2010
• Lokasi: Nagoya Castle, Japan

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