Mine are the night and morning, The pits of air, the gulf of space, The sportive sun, the gibbous moon, The innumerable days. I hid in the solar glory, I am dumb in the pealing song, I rest on the pitch of the torrent, In slumber I am strong. No numbers have counted my tallies, No tribes my house can fill, I
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About this Poem
“Letters” was published in May-Day and Other Pieces (Ticknor and Fields, 1867).
Letters
Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1803 - 1882
Every day brings a ship,
Every ship brings a word;
Well for those who have no fear,
Looking seaward well assured
That the word the vessel brings
Is the word they wish to hear.
This poem is in the public domain.
This poem is in the public domain.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
American poet, essayist, and philosopher Ralph Waldo Emerson was born in 1803 in Boston.
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Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint,
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Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, wool and wood.
Each of these landlords walked amidst his farm,
Saying, "'Tis mine, my children's and my name's.
How sweet the west wind sounds in my own
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Teach me I am forgotten by the dead
And that the dead is by herself forgot
And I no longer would keep terms with me.
I would not murder, steal, or fornicate,
Nor with ambition break the peace of towns
But I would bury my ambition
The hope & action of my sovereign soul
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