The Complete Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson – Volume V
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ralph Waldo Emerson was the leading proponent of the Transcendentalist movement of the mid-nineteenth century. He was ordained as a Unitarian minister at Harvard Divinity School but served for only three years before developing his own spiritual philosophy based on individualism and intuition. His essay Nature is arguably his best-known work and was both groundbreaking and highly controversial when it was first published. Emerson also wrote poetry and lectured widely across the US.
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THE COMPLETE WORKS OF RALPH WALDO EMERSON – VOLUME V
Poems
GOOD-BYE
GOOD-BYE, proud world! I’m going home: Thou art not my friend, and I’m not thine.
Long through thy weary crowds I roam; A river-ark on the ocean brine,
Long I’ve been tossed like the driven foam; But now, proud world! I’m going home.
Good-bye to Flattery’s fawning face; To Grandeur with his wise grimace; To upstart Wealth’s averted eye;
To supple Office, low and high;
To crowded halls, to court and street; To frozen hearts and hasting feet;
To those who go, and those who come; Good-bye, proud world! I’m going home.
I am going to my own hearth-stone, Bosomed in yon green hills alone,– A secret nook in a pleasant land,
Whose groves the frolic fairies planned; Where arches green, the livelong day, Echo the blackbird’s roundelay,
And vulgar feet have never trod
A spot that is sacred to thought and God.
O, when I am safe in my sylvan home,
I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome; And when I am stretched beneath the pines, Where the evening star so holy shines,
I laugh at the lore and the pride of man,
At the sophist schools and the learned clan; For what are they all, in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet?
EACH AND ALL
LITTLE thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown Of thee from the hill-top looking down;
The heifer that lows in the upland farm, Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm; The sexton, tolling his bell at noon, Deems not that great Napoleon
Stops his horse, and lists with delight,
Whilst his files sweep round yon Alpine height; Nor knowest thou what argument
Thy life to thy neighbor’s creed has lent. All are needed by each one;
Nothing is fair or good alone.
I thought the sparrow’s note from heaven, Singing at dawn on the alder bough;
I brought him home, in his nest, at even; He sings the song, but it cheers not now,
For I did not bring home the river and sky;– He sang to my ear,–they sang to my eye.
The delicate shells lay on the shore; The bubbles of the latest wave
Fresh. pearls to their enamel gave, And the bellowing of the savage sea Greeted their safe escape to me.
I wiped away the weeds and foam,
I fetched my sea-born treasures home; But the poor, unsightly, noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore
With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar. The lover watched his graceful maid,
As’mid the virgin train she strayed, Nor knew her beauty’s best attire
Was woven still by the snow-whitsaid, ‘Ie choir. At last she came to his hermitage,
Like the bird from the woodlands to the cage;– The gay enchantment was undone,
A gentle wife, but fairy none. Then I said,’I covet truth;
Beauty is unripe childhood’s cheat;
I leave it behind with the games of youth:’– As I spoke, beneath my feet
The ground-pine curled its pretty wreath, Running over the club-moss burrs;
I inhaled the violet’s breath; Around me stood the oaks and firs;
Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground; Over me soared the eternal sky,
Full of light and of deity; Again I saw, again I heard,
The rolling river, the morning bird;– Beauty through my senses stole;
I yielded myself to the perfect whole.
THE PROBLEM
I LIKE a church; I like a cowl; I love a prophet of the soul;
And on my heart monastic aisles
Fall like sweet strains, or pensive smiles; Yet not for all his faith can see
Would I that cowled churchman be.
Why should the vest on him allure, Which I could not on me endure?
Not from a vain or shallow thought His awful Jove young Phidias brought; Never from lips of cunning fell
The thrilling Delphic oracle;
Out from the heart of nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old;
The litanies of nations came,
Like the volcano’s tongue of flame, Up from the burning core below,– The canticles of love and woe:
The hand that rounded Peter’s dome
And groined the aisles of Christian Rome Wrought in a sad sincerity;
Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew,– The conscious stone to beauty grew.
Know’st thou what wove yon woodbird’s nest Of leaves, and feathers from her breast?
Or how the fish outbuilt her shell, Painting with morn each annual cell?
Or how the sacred pine-tree adds To her old leaves new myriads? Such and so grew these holy piles, Whilst love and terror laid the tiles. Earth proudly wears the Parthenon, As the best gem upon her zone,
And Morning opes with haste her lids To gaze upon the Pyramids;
O’er England’s abbeys bends the sky, As on its friends, with kindred eye; For out of Thought’s interior sphere These wonders rose to upper air; And Nature gladly gave them place, Adopted them into her race,
And granted them an equal date With Andes and with Ararat.
These temples grew as grows the grass; Art might obey, but not surpass.
The passive Master lent his hand
To the vast soul that o’er him planned; And the same power that reared the shrine Bestrode the tribes that knelt within.
Ever the fiery Pentecost
Girds with one flame the countless host, Trances the heart through chanting choirs, And through the priest the mind inspires. The word unto the prophet spoken
Was writ on tables yet unbroken; The word by seers or sibyls told, In groves of oak, or lanes of gold, Still floats upon the morning wind,
Still whispers to the willing mind. One accent of the Holy Ghost
The heedless world hath never lost. I know what say the fathers wise,– The Book itself before me lies,
Old Chrysostom, best Augustine, And he who blent both in his line, The younger Golden Lips or mines, Taylor, the Shakspeare of divines.
His words are music in my ear, I see his cownd portrait dear;
And yet, for all his faith could see, I would not the good bishop be.
TO RHEA
THEE, dear friend, a brother soothes, Not with flatteries, but truths,
Which tarnish not, but purify
To light which dims the morning’s eye. I have come from the spring-woods, From the fragrant solitudes;–
Listen what the poplar-tree
And murmuring waters counselled me.
If with love thy heart has burned; If thy love is unreturned;
Hide thy grief within thy breast, Though it tear thee unexpressed; For when love has once departed From the eyes of the false-hearted, And one by one has torn off quite
The bandages of purple light; Though thou wert the loveliest Form the soul had ever dressed, Thou shalt seem, in each reply, A vixen to his altered eye;
Thy softest pleadings seem too bold, Thy praying lute will seem to scold; Though thou kept the straightest road, Yet thou errest far and broad.
But thou shalt do as do the gods In their cloudless periods;
For of this lore be thou sure,– Though thou forget, the gods, secure, Forget never their command,
But make the statute of this land. As they lead, so follow all,
Ever have done, ever shall. Warning to the blind and deaf, ‘T is written on the iron leaf,
Who drinks of Cupid’s nectar cup Loveth downward, and not up; He who loves, of gods or men,
Shall not by the same be loved again; His sweetheart’s idolatry
Falls, in turn, a new degree. When a god is once beguiled By beauty of a mortal child
And by her radiant youth delighted, He is