Poems by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Lover's Petition
... Is't much to ask in all thy huge creation, ...
Experience
... To-morrow they will wear another face, ...
Parks and ponds
... The sleeps of trees or dreams of herbs ...
Ode, Inscribed to William H. Channing
... — The astonished Muse finds thousands at her side ...
Good-Bye
... For what are they all, in their high conceit, ...
Culture
... And the world's flowing fates in his own mould recast ...
Water
... It wets my foot, but prettily, ...
My Garden
... The banks slope down to the blue lake-edge, ...
The Test
... All were winnowed through and through, ...
Terminus
... The port, well worth the cruise, is near, ...
The Past
... Nor haughty hope, nor swart chagrin, ...
Limits
... To fruitful field and sun and moon ...
Wealth
... Then docks were built, and crops were stored, ...
Freedom
... Should throb until he snapped his chain ...
Art
... Teach him on these as stairs to climb, ...
