Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Happy Birthday RWE!

Just because I'm a literary nut...

Today is Ralph Waldo Emerson's birthday --- had he lived beyond the 1800's, he'd be 202 years old. But, alas, Ralph died in 1880... So, in honor of what would've been a very large milestone in his life, perhaps you would allow me to indulge in a little poetic rambling penned by the master himself?

The Apology
Think me not unkind and rude,
That I walk alone in grove and glen;
I go to the god of the wood
To fetch his word to men.
Tax not my sloth that I
Fold my arms beside the brook;
Each cloud that floated in the sky
Writes a letter in my book.
Chide me not, laborious band,
For the idle flowers I brought;
Every aster in my hand
Goes home loaded with a thought.
There was never mystery,
But 'tis figured in the flowers,
Was never secret history,
But birds tell it in the bowers.
One harvest from thy field
Homeward brought the oxen strong;
A second crop thine acres yield,
Which I gather in a song.

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