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Front Page Titles (by Subject) song of nature. - The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, vol. 9 (Poems)
song of nature. - Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, vol. 9 (Poems) [1909]Edition used:The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, in 12 vols. Fireside Edition (Boston and New York, 1909).
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- Biographical Sketch.
- I.: Poems.
- The Sphinx.
- Each and All.
- The Problem.
- To Rhea.
- The Visit.
- Uriel.
- The World-soul.
- Alphonso of Castile.
- Mithridates.
- To J. W.
- Destiny.
- Guy.
- Hamatreya.
- Earth-song.
- Good-bye.
- The Rhodora: On Being Asked, Whence Is the Flower?
- The Humble-bee.
- Berrying.
- The Snow-storm.
- Woodnotes.
- Woodnotes.
- Monadnoc.
- Fable.
- Ode. Inscribed to W. H. Channing.
- Astræ
- étienne De La Boéce.
- Compensation.
- Forbearance.
- The Park.
- Forerunners.
- Sursum Corda.
- Ode to Beauty.
- Give All to Love.
- To Ellen At the South.
- To Eva.
- The Amulet.
- Thine Eyes Still Shined.
- Eros.
- Hermione.
- Initial, Dæmonic, and Celestial Love
- The Apology.
- Merlin.
- Merlin.
- Bacchus.
- Merops.
- Saadi.
- Holidays.
- Xenophanes.
- The Day's Ration.
- Blight.
- Musketaquid.
- Dirge. Concord, 1838.
- Threnody.
- Concord Hymn: Sung At the Completion of the Battle Monument, April 19, 1836.
- II.: May-day and Other Pieces.
- May-day.
- The Adirondacs. a Journal.
- Occasional and Misc. Pieces: Brahma.
- Fate.
- Freedom.
- Ode. Sung In the Town Hall, Concord, July 4, 1857.
- Boston Hymn. Read In Music Hall, January 1, 1863.
- Voluntaries
- Boston. Sicut Patribus, Sit Deus Nobib. [read In Faneuil Hall, On December 16, 1873, the Centennial Anniverary At the Destruction of the Tea In Roston Harbor.]
- Letters.
- Rubies.
- The Test. (musa Loquitur.)
- Solution.
- Hymn Sung At the Second Church, Boston, At the Ordination of Rev. Chandler Robbins.
- Nature and Life: Nature.
- Nature.
- The Romany Girl.
- Days.
- The Chartist's Complaint.
- My Garden.
- The Titmouse.
- The Harp.
- Sea-shore.
- Song of Nature.
- Two Rivers.
- Waldeinsamkeit.
- Terminus.
- The Nun's Aspiration.
- April.
- Maiden Speech of the æolian Harp.
- Cupido.
- The Past.
- The Last Farewell. Lines Written By the Author's Brother, Edward Bliss Emerson, Whilst Sailing Out of Boston Harbor, Bound For the Island of Porto Rico, In 1832.
- In Memoriam. Edward Bliss Emerson.
- Elements: Experience.
- Compensation.
- Politics.
- Heroism.
- Character. 1
- Culture.
- Friendship.
- Beauty.
- Manners.
- Art.
- Spiritual Laws.
- Unity.
- Worship.
- Quatrains.
- Translations.
- III.: Appendix.
- The Poet. 1
- Fragments On the Poet and the Poetic Gift. 1
- Fragments On Nature and Life.
- The Bohemian Hymn.
- Prayer.
- Grace.
- Eros.
- Written In Naples, March 1833.
- Written At Rome, 1833.
- Peter's Field. 1
- The Walk.
- May Morning.
- The Miracle.
- The Waterfall.
- Walden. 1
- Pan.
- Monadnoc From Afar.
- The South Wind.
- Fame.
- Webster. From the Phi Beta Kappa Poem, 1834.
- Written In a Volume of Goethe.
- The Enchanter.
- Philosopher.
- Limits.
- Inscription For a Well In Memory of the Martyrs of the War.
- The Exile. (after Taliessin.)
song of nature.
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- Mine are the night and morning,
- The pits of air, the gulf of space,
- The sportive sun, the gibbous moon,
- The innumerable days.
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- I hide in the solar glory,
- I am dumb in the pealing song,
- I rest on the pitch of the torrent,
- In slumber I am strong.
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- No numbers have counted my tallies,
- No tribes my house can fill,
- I sit by the shining Fount of Life
- And pour the deluge still;
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- And ever by delicate powers
- Gathering along the centuries
- From race on race the rarest flowers,
- My wreath shall nothing miss.
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- And many a thousand summers
- My gardens ripened well,
- And light from meliorating stars
- With firmer glory fell.
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- I wrote the past in characters
- Of rock and fire the scroll,
- The building in the coral sea,
- The planting of the coal.
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- And thefts from satellites and rings
- And broken stars I drew,
- And out of spent and aged things
- I formed the world anew;
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- What time the gods kept carnival,
- Tricked out in star and flower,
- And in cramp elf and saurian forms
- They swathed their too much power.
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- Time and Thought were my surveyors,
- They laid their courses well,
- They boiled the sea, and piled the layers
- Of granite, marl and shell.
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- But he, the man-child glorious,—
- Where tarries he the while?
- The rainbow shines his harbinger,
- The sunset gleams his smile.
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- My boreal lights leap upward,
- Forthright my planets roll,
- And still the man-child is not born,
- The summit of the whole.
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- Must time and tide forever run?
- Will never my winds go sleep in the west?
- Will never my wheels which whirl the sun
- And satellites have rest?
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- Too much of donning and doffing,
- Too slow the rainbow fades,
- I weary of my robe of snow,
- My leaves and my cascades;
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- I tire of globes and races,
- Too long the game is played;
- What without him is summer's pomp,
- Or winter's frozen shade?
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- I travail in pain for him,
- My creatures travail and wait;
- His couriers come by squadrons,
- He comes not to the gate.
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- Twice I have moulded an image,
- And thrice outstretched my hand,
- Made one of day and one of night
- And one of the salt sea-sand.
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- One in a Judæan manger,
- And one by Avon stream,
- One over against the mouths of Nile,
- And one in the Academe.
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- I moulded kings and saviors,
- And bards o'er kings to rule;—
- But fell the starry influence short,
- The cup was never full.
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- Yet whirl the glowing wheels once more,
- And mix the bowl again;
- Seethe, Fate! the ancient elements,
- Heat, cold, wet, dry, and peace, and pain.
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- Let war and trade and creeds and song
- Blend, ripen race on race,
- The sunburnt world a man shall breed
- Of all the zones and countless days.
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- No ray is dimmed, no atom worn,
- My oldest force is good as new,
- And the fresh rose on yonder thorn
- Gives back the bending heavens in dew.
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