Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home;
Thou art my friend, and I'm not thine.
Long through thy weary crowds I roam;
A river-ark on the ocean brine,
Long I've been tossed like the driven foam;
But now, proud world! I'm going home.
Good-bye to Flattery's fawning face;
To Grandeur with his wise grimace;
To upstart Wealth's averted eye;
To supple Office, low and high;
To crowded halls, to court and street;
To frozen hearts and hasting feet;
To those who go, and those who come;
Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home.
I am going to my own hearth-stone,
Bosomed to yon green hills alone,--
A secret nook in a pleasant land,
Whose groves the frolic fairies planned;
Where arches green, the livelong day,
Echo the blackbird's roundelay,
And vulgar feet have never trod
A spot that is sacred to thought and God.
O, when I am safe in my sylvan home,
I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome;
And when I am stretched beneath the pines,
Where the evening star so holy shines,
I laugh at the lore and the pride of man,
At the sophist schools and the learned clan;
For what are they all, in their high conceit,
When man in the bush with God may meet?
Found a deep spiritual Oriental thoughts in this beautiful poem
Most deserving poem as The Classic Poem Of The Day. TOP Marks for this emotic poem
A very sensitive touching poem wshere God is the Only One we can talk to. Thanks for sharing this great poem
THE LAST PART of my Response: It is a celebration of the speaker's return to nature and his hearth-stone, where he can be alone with his thoughts and commune with God. The poem is a reminder that true happiness and contentment can only be found within oneself and not in the external world
THE NEXT RESPONSE: The speaker is bidding adieu to the "proud world" and its various trappings such as flattery, grandeur, wealth, and office.
My response for this tender-hearted poem Good-Bye by Ralph Waldo Emerson is a farewell to the world and its materialistic pursuits..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Divine and beautiful thoughts. The final flight begins beautifully in this poem. May he remain in eternal peace in his sylvan home in constant communion with God.