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hermione. - 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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hermione.

    • On a mound an Arab lay,
    • And sung his sweet regrets
    • And told his amulets:
    • The summer bird
    • His sorrow heard,
    • And, when he heaved a sigh profound,
    • The sympathetic swallow swept the ground,
    • ‘If it be, as they said, she was not fair,
    • Beauty's not beautiful to me,
    • But sceptred genius, aye inorbed,
    • Culminating in her sphere.
    • This Hermione absorbed
    • The lustre of the land and ocean,
    • Hills and islands, cloud and tree,
    • In her form and motion.
    • ‘I ask no bauble miniature,
    • Nor ringlets dead
    • Shorn from her comely head,
    • Now that morning not disdains
    • Mountains and the misty plains
    • Her colossal portraiture;
    • They her heralds be,
    • Steeped in her quality,
    • And singers of her fame
    • Who is their Muse and dame.
    • ‘Higher, dear swallows! mind not what I say.
    • Ah! heedless how the weak are strong,
    • Say, was it just,
    • In thee to frame, in me to trust,
    • Thou to the Syrian couldst belong?
    • I am of a lineage
    • That each for each doth fast engage;
    • In old Bassora's schools, I seemed
    • Hermit vowed to books and gloom,—
    • Ill-bestead for gay bridegroom.
    • I was by thy touch redeemed;
    • When thy meteor glances came,
    • We talked at large of worldly fate,
    • And drew truly every trait.
    • Once I dwelt apar,
    • Now I live with all;
    • As shepherd's lamp on far hill-side
    • Seems, by the traveller espied,
    • A door into the mountain heart,
    • So didst thou quarry and unlock
    • Highways for me through the rock.
    • ‘Now, deceived, thou wanderest
    • In strange lands unblest;
    • And my kindred come to soothe me.
    • Southwind is my next of blood;
    • He is come through fragrant wood,
    • Drugged with spice from climates warm,
    • And in every twinkling glade,
    • And twilight nook,
    • Unveils thy form.
    • Out of the forest way
    • Forth paced it yesterday;
    • And when I sat by the watercourse,
    • Watching the daylight fade,
    • It throbbed up from the brook.
    • ‘River and rose and crag and bird,
    • Frost and sun and eldest night,
    • To me their aid preferred,
    • To me their comfort plight;—
    • “Courage! we are thine allies,
    • And with this hint be wise,—
    • The chains of kind
    • The distant bind;
    • Deed thou doest she must do,
    • Above her will, be true;
    • And, in her strict resort
    • To winds and waterfalls
    • And autumn's sunlit festivals,
    • To music, and to music's thought,
    • Inextricably bound,
    • She shall find thee, and be found.
    • Follow not her flying feet;
    • Come to us herself to meet.”’