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walden. 1 - 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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    • In my garden three ways meet,
    • Thrice the spot is blest;
    • Hermit thrush comes there to build,
    • Carrier doves to nest.
    • There broad-armed oaks, the copses' maze,
    • The cold sea-wind detain;
    • Here sultry Summer over-stays
    • When Autumn chills the plain.
    • Self-sown my stately garden grows;
    • The winds and wind-blown seed,
    • Cold April rain and colder snows
    • My hedges plant and feed.
    • From mountains far and valleys near
    • The harvests sown to-day
    • Thrive in all weathers without fear,—
    • Wild planters, plant away!
    • In cities high the careful crowds
    • Of woe-worn mortals darkling go,
    • But in these sunny solitudes
    • My quiet roses blow.
    • Methought the sky looked scornful down
    • On all was base in man,
    • And airy tongues did taunt the town,
    • “Achieve our peace who can!”
    • What need I holier dew
    • Than Walden's haunted wave,
    • Distilled from heaven's alembic blue,
    • Steeped in each forest cave?
    • If Thought unlock her mysteries,
    • If Friendship on me smile,
    • I walk in marble galleries,
    • I talk with kings the while.
    • And chiefest thou, whom Genius loved,
    • Daughter of sounding seas,
    • Whom Nature pampered in these groves
    • And lavished all to please,—
    • What wealth of mornings in her year,
    • What planets in her sky!
    • She chose her best thy heart to cheer,
    • Thy beauty to supply.
    • Now younger pilgrims find the stream,
    • The willows and the vine,
    • But aye to me the happiest seem
    • To draw the dregs of wine.

[1.]This poem represents the early form of My Garden, which, in years, grew from this beginning.