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waldeinsamkeit. - 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).

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    • I do not count the hours I spend
    • In wandering by the sea:
    • The forest is my loyal friend,
    • Like God it useth me.
    • In plains that room for shadows make
    • Of skirting hills to lie,
    • Bound in by streams which give and take
    • Their colors from the sky;
    • Or on the mountain-crest sublime,
    • Or down the oaken glade,
    • O what have I to do with time?
    • For this the day was made.
    • Cities of mortals woe-begone
    • Fantastic care derides,
    • But in the serious landscape lone
    • Stern benefit abides.
    • Sheen will tarnish, honey cloy,
    • And merry is only a mask of sad,
    • But, sober on a fund of joy,
    • The woods at heart are glad.
    • There the great Planter plants
    • Of fruitful worlds the grain,
    • And with a million spells enchants
    • The souls that walk in pain.
    • Still on the seeds of all he made
    • The rose of beauty burns;
    • Through times that wear and forms that fade,
    • Immortal youth returns.
    • The black ducks mouuting from the lake,
    • The pigeon in the pines,
    • The bittern's boom, a desert make
    • Which no false art refines.
    • Down in yon watery nook,
    • Where bearded mists divide,
    • The gray old gods whom Chaos knew,
    • The sires of Nature, hide.
    • Aloft, in secret veins of air,
    • Blows the sweet breath of song,
    • O, few to scale those uplands dare,
    • Though they to all belong!
    • See thou bring not to field or stone
    • The fancies found in books;
    • Leave authors' eyes, and fetch your own,
    • To brave the landscape's looks.
    • Oblivion here thy wisdom is,
    • Thy thrift, the sleep of cares;
    • For a proud idleness like this
    • Crowns all thy mean affairs.