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astræ - 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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    • Each the herald is who wrote
    • His rank, and quartered his own coat.
    • There is no king nor sovereign state
    • That can fix a hero's rate;
    • Each to all is venerable,
    • Cap-a-pie invulnerable,
    • Until he write, where all eyes rest,
    • Slave or master on his breast.
    • I saw men go up and down,
    • In the country and the town,
    • With this tablet on their neck,—
    • ‘Judgment and a judge we seek.’
    • Not to monarchs they repair,
    • Nor to learned jurist's chair;
    • But they hurry to their peers,
    • To their kinsfolk and their dears;
    • Louder than with speech they pray,—
    • ‘What am I? companion, say.’
    • And the friend not hesitates
    • To assign just place and mates;
    • Answers not in word or letter,
    • Yet is understood the better;
    • Each to each a looking-glass,
    • Reflects his figure that doth pass.
    • Every wayfarer he meets
    • What himself declared repeats,
    • What himself confessed records,
    • Sentences him in his words;
    • The form is his own corporal form,
    • And his thought the penal worm.
    • Yet shine forever virgin minds,
    • Loved by stars and purest winds,
    • Which, o'er passion throned sedate,
    • Have not hazarded their state;
    • Disconcert the searching spy,
    • Rendering to a curious eye
    • The durance of a granite ledge.
    • To those who gaze from the sea's edge
    • It is there for benefit;
    • It is there for purging light;,
    • There for purifying storms;
    • And its depths reflect all forms;
    • It cannot parley with the mean,—
    • Pure by impure is not seen.
    • For there's no sequestered grot,
    • Lone mountain tarn, or isle forgot,
    • But Justice, journeying in the sphere,
    • Daily stoops to harbor there.