Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EPIGRAM, by RALPH WALDO EMERSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Pale genius roves alone Last Line: The wheat thou strew'st be souls. | ||||||||
Pale Genius roves alone, No scout can track his way, None credits him till he have shown His diamonds to the day. Not his the feaster's wine, Nor land, nor gold, nor power, By want & pain God screeneth him Till his elected hour. Go, speed the stars of Thought On to their shining goals; -- The sower scatters broad his seed, The wheat thou strew'st be souls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOSTON HYMN; READ IN MUSIC HALL, JANUARY 1, 1863 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON CONCORD HYMN; SUNG AT COMPLETION OF CONCORD MONUMENT, 1836 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON DIRGE (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON EACH AND [OR, IN] ALL by RALPH WALDO EMERSON EROS (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON FABLE: THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL by RALPH WALDO EMERSON |
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