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uriel. - Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, vol. 9 (Poems) [1909]

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The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, in 12 vols. Fireside Edition (Boston and New York, 1909).

Part of: The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, in 12 vols. (Fireside Edition).

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    • It fell in the ancient periods
    • Which the brooding soul surveys,
    • Or ever the wild Time coined itself
    • Into calendar months and days.
    • This was the lapse of Uriel,
    • Which in Paradise befell.
    • Once, among the Pleiads walking,
    • Seyd overheard the young gods talking;
    • And the treason, too long pent,
    • To his ears was evident.
    • The young deities discussed
    • Laws of form, and metre jusi,
    • Orb, quintessence, and sunbeams,
    • What subsisteth, and what seems.
    • One, with low tones that decide,
    • And doubt and reverend use defied,
    • With a look that solved the sphere,
    • And stirred the devils everywhere,
    • Grave his sentiment divine
    • Against the being of a line.
    • ‘Line in nature is not found;
    • Unit and universe are round;
    • In vain produced, all rays return;
    • Evil will bless, and ice will burn;
    • As Uriel spoke with piercing eye,
    • A shudder ran around the sky;
    • The stern old war-gods shook their heads,
    • The seraphs frowned from myrtle-beds;
    • Seemed to the holy festival
    • The rash word boded ill to all;
    • The balance-beam of Fate was bent;
    • The bounds of good and ill were rent;
    • Strong Hades could not keep his own,
    • But all slid to confusion.
    • A sad self-knowledge, withering, fell
    • On the beauty of Uriel;
    • In heaven once eminent, the god
    • Withdrew, that hour, into his cloud;
    • Whether doomed to long gyration
    • In the sea of generation,
    • Or by knowledge grown too bright
    • To hit the nerve of feebler sight.
    • Straightway, a forgetting wind
    • Stole over the celestial kind,
    • And their lips the secret kept,
    • If in ashes the fire-seed slept.
    • But now and then, truth-speaking things
    • Shamed the angels’ veiling wings;
    • And, shrilling from the solar course,
    • Or from fruit of chemic force,
    • Procession of a soul in matter,
    • Or the speeding change of water,
    • Or out of the good of evil born,
    • Came Uriel's voice of cherub scorn,
    • And a blush tinged the upper sky,
    • And the gods shook, they knew not why.