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When the pine tosses its cones	B
To the song of its waterfall tones	B
Who speeds to the woodland walks	C
To birds and trees who talks	C
Caesar of his leafy Rome	D
There the poet is at home	D
He goes to the river side	E
Not hook nor line hath he	F
He stands in the meadows wide	E
Nor gun nor scythe to see	F
Sure some god his eye enchants	F
What he knows nobody wants	F
In the wood he travels glad	G
Without better fortune had	G
Melancholy without bad	G
Knowledge this man prizes best	H
Seems fantastic to the rest	H
Pondering shadows colors clouds	F
Grass buds and caterpillar shrouds	F
Boughs on which the wild bees settle	I
Tints that spot the violet's petal	I
Why Nature loves the number five	J
And why the star form she repeats	F
Lover of all things alive	J
Wonderer at all he meets	F
Wonderer chiefly at himself	K
Who can tell him what he is	F
Or how meet in human elf	K
Coming and past eternities	F
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And such I knew a forest seer	L
A minstrel of the natural year	M
Foreteller of the vernal ides	F
Wise harbinger of spheres and tides	F
A lover true who knew by heart	N
Each joy the mountain dales impart	N
It seemed that Nature could not raise	F
A plant in any secret place	F
In quaking bog on snowy hill	O
Beneath the grass that shades the rill	O
Under the snow between the rocks	F
In damp fields known to bird and fox	F
But he would come in the very hour	P
It opened in its virgin bower	P
As if a sunbeam showed the place	F
And tell its long descended race	F
It seemed as if the breezes brought him	Q
It seemed as if the sparrows taught him	Q
As if by secret sight he knew	R
Where in far fields the orchis grew	R
Many haps fall in the field	S
Seldom seen by wishful eyes	F
But all her shows did Nature yield	S
To please and win this pilgrim wise	F
He saw the partridge drum in the woods	F
He heard the woodcock's evening hymn	Q
He found the tawny thrushes' broods	F
And the shy hawk did wait for him	Q
What others did at distance hear	L
And guessed within the thicket's gloom	T
Was shown to this philosopher	P
And at his bidding seemed to come	U
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In unploughed Maine he sought the lumberers' gang	V
Where from a hundred lakes young rivers sprang	V
He trode the unplanted forest floor whereon	Q
The all seeing sun for ages hath not shone	Q
Where feeds the moose and walks the surly bear	W
And up the tall mast runs the woodpecker	P
He saw beneath dim aisles in odorous beds	F
The slight Linnaea hang its twin born heads	F
And blessed the monument of the man of flowers	F
Which breathes his sweet fame through the northern bowers	F
He heard when in the grove at intervals	F
With sudden roar the aged pine tree falls	F
One crash the death hymn of the perfect tree	F
Declares the close of its green century	F
Low lies the plant to whose creation went	X
Sweet influence from every element	Y
Whose living towers the years conspired to build	Z
Whose giddy top the morning loved to gild	Z
Through these green tents by eldest Nature dressed	H
He roamed content alike with man and beast	A2
Where darkness found him he lay glad at night	B2
There the red morning touched him with its light	B2
Three moons his great heart him a hermit made	C2
So long he roved at will the boundless shade	C2
The timid it concerns to ask their way	D2
And fear what foe in caves and swamps can stray	D2
To make no step until the event is known	Q
And ills to come as evils past bemoan	Q
Not so the wise no coward watch he keeps	F
To spy what danger on his pathway creeps	F
Go where he will the wise man is at home	D
His hearth the earth his hall the azure dome	D
Where his clear spirit leads him there's his road	E2
By God's own light illumined and foreshowed	E2
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'T was one of the charm d days	F
When the genius of God doth flow	F2
The wind may alter twenty ways	F
A tempest cannot blow	F2
It may blow north it still is warm	G2
Or south it still is clear	M
Or east it smells like a clover farm	H2
Or west no thunder fear	M
The musing peasant lowly great	E2
Beside the forest water sate	E2
The rope like pine roots crosswise grown	Q
Composed the network of his throne	Q
The wide lake edged with sand and grass	F
Was burnished to a floor of glass	F
Painted with shadows green and proud	E2
Of the tree and of the cloud	E2
He was the heart of all the scene	Q
On him the sun looked more serene	Q
To hill and cloud his face was known	Q
It seemed the likeness of their own	Q
They knew by secret sympathy	F
The public child of earth and sky	I2
'You ask ' he said 'what guide	E2
Me through trackless thickets led	E2
Through thick stemmed woodlands rough and wide	E2
I found the water's bed	E2
The watercourses were my guide	E2
I travelled grateful by their side	E2
Or through their channel dry	I2
They led me through the thicket damp	J2
Through brake and fern the beavers' camp	J2
Through beds of granite cut my road	E2
And their resistless friendship showed	E2
The falling waters led me	F
The foodful waters fed me	F
And brought me to the lowest land	E2
Unerring to the ocean sand	E2
The moss upon the forest bark	K2
Was pole star when the night was dark	K2
The purple berries in the wood	E2
Supplied me necessary food	E2
For Nature ever faithful is	F
To such as trust her faithfulness	F
When the forest shall mislead me	F
When the night and morning lie	I2
When sea and land refuse to feed me	F
'T will be time enough to die	I2
Then will yet my mother yield	E2
A pillow in her greenest field	E2
Nor the June flowers scorn to cover	P
The clay of their departed lover '	-

Ralph Waldo Emerson

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