Ralph Waldo Emerson

Boston / United States
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Boston / United States
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The Apology

Rating: 3.3
Think me not unkind and rude
That I walk alone in grove and glen;
I go to the god of the wood
To fetch his word to men.

Tax not my sloth that I
Fold my arms beside the brook;
Each cloud that floated in the sky
Writes a letter in my book.

Chide me not, laborious band,
For the idle flowers I brought;
Every aster in my hand
Goes home loaded with a thought.

There was never mystery
But 'tis figured in the flowers;
Was never secret history
But birds tell it in the bowers.

One harvest from thy field
Homeward brought the oxen strong;
A second crop thine acres yield,
Which I gather in a song.
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COMMENTS
Sad Lonely Guy 24 May 2018
Very Good, Especiallly When You Want To Apologize To Someone. Very Good Poem
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Naresh 30 December 2017
Nice it s good line
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Erin Stone 27 June 2005
i love ralph waldo emerson i love this poem.
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