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You shall not be overbold	A
When you deal with arctic cold	A
As late I found my lukewarm blood	A
Chilled wading in the snow choked wood	A
How should I fight my foeman fine	B
Has million arms to one of mine	B
East west for aid I looked in vain	C
East west north south are his domain	C
Miles off three dangerous miles is home	D
Must borrow his winds who there would come	E
Up and away for life be fleet	A
The frost king ties my fumbling feet	A
Sings in my ears my hands are stones	F
Curdles the blood to the marble bones	F
Tugs at the heart strings numbs the sense	G
And hems in life with narrowing fence	G
Well in this broad bed lie and sleep	H
The punctual stars will vigil keep	H
Embalmed by purifying cold	A
The winds shall sing their dead march old	A
The snow is no ignoble shroud	A
The moon thy mourner and the cloud	A
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Softly but this way fate was pointing	I
'T was coming fast to such anointing	I
When piped a tiny voice hard by	J
Gay and polite a cheerful cry	J
Chic chicadeedee saucy note	A
Out of sound heart and merry throat	A
As if it said 'Good day good sir	K
Fine afternoon old passenger	K
Happy to meet you in these places	L
Where January brings few faces '	-
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This poet though he live apart	A
Moved by his hospitable heart	A
Sped when I passed his sylvan fort	A
To do the honours of his court	A
As fits a feathered lord of land	A
Flew near with soft wing grazed my hand	A
Hopped on the bough then darting low	M
Prints his small impress on the snow	M
Shows feats of his gymnastic play	N
Head downward clinging to the spray	N
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Here was this atom in full breath	O
Hurling defiance at vast death	O
This scrap of valour just for play	N
Fronts the north wind in waistcoat gray	N
As if to shame my weak behaviour	N
I greeted loud my little saviour	N
'You pet what dost here and what for	N
In these woods thy small Labrador	N
At this pinch wee San Salvador	N
What fire burns in that little chest	A
So frolic stout and self possest	A
Henceforth I wear no stripe but thine	B
Ashes and jet all hues outshine	B
Why are not diamonds black and gray	N
To ape thy dare devil array	N
And I affirm the spacious North	P
Exists to draw thy virtue forth	P
I think no virtue goes with size	Q
The reason of all cowardice	R
Is that men are overgrown	S
And to be valiant must come down	T
To the titmouse dimension '	-
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'T is good will makes intelligence	U
And I began to catch the sense	G
Of my bird's song 'Live out of doors	V
In the great woods on prairie floors	V
I dine in the sun when he sinks in the sea	W
I too have a hole in a hollow tree	W
And I like less when Summer beats	X
With stifling beams on these retreats	X
Than noontide twilights which snow makes	Y
With tempest of the blinding flakes	Y
For well the soul if stout within	Z
Can arm impregnably the skin	Z
And polar frost my frame defied	A
Made of the air that blows outside '	-
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With glad remembrance of my debt	A
I homeward turn farewell my pet	A
When here again thy pilgrim comes	A2
He shall bring store of seeds and crumbs	A2
Doubt not so long as earth has bread	A
Thou first and foremost shalt be fed	A
The Providence that is most large	B2
Takes hearts like thine in special charge	B2
Helps who for their own need are strong	I
And the sky dotes on cheerful song	I
Henceforth I prize thy wiry chant	A
O'er all that mass and minster vaunt	A
For men mis hear thy call in spring	I
As 't would accost some frivolous wing	I
Crying out of the hazel copse Phe be	W
And in winter Chic a dee dee	W
I think old Caesar must have heard	A
In northern Gaul my dauntless bird	A
And echoed in some frosty wold	A
Borrowed thy battle numbers bold	A
And I will write our annals new	C2
And thank thee for a better clew	N
I who dreamed not when I came here	N
To find the antidote of fear	N
Now hear thee say in Roman key	W
Paean Veni vidi vici	A2

Ralph Waldo Emerson

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