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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I particularly like this stanza:
There was never mystery,
But 'tis figured in the flowers,
Was never secret history,
But birds tell it in the bowers.
Permalink Reply by Ian Mason on September 15, 2011 at 5:28am I feel relaxed just reading this. A really peaceful poem. Thanks.
Emerson is the man.
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