Compensation Poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Compensation

Rating: 3.1


Why should I keep holiday,
When other men have none?
Why but because when these are gay,
I sit and mourn alone.

And why when mirth unseals all tongues
Should mine alone be dumb?
Ah! late I spoke to silent throngs,
And now their hour is come.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ratnakar Mandlik 20 November 2016

A short and sweet query in accordance with human nature and it's instincts.

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I feel the deep rooted commitment to humanity of Emerson poems and this is exemplary in few lines.

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