Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MIRACLE, by RALPH WALDO EMERSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I have trod this path a hundred times Last Line: Nay, heaven be witness, -- gave the names. Subject(s): Animals | ||||||||
I have trod this path a hundred times With idle footsteps, crooning rhymes, I know each nest & web-worms tent; The fox-hole which the woodchucks rent Maple & oak, the old "divan," Self-planted twice like the banian; I know not why I came again Unless to learn it ten times ten. To read the sense the woods impart, You must bring the throbbing heart; Love is aye the counterforce, Terror, & Hope, & wild Remorse. Newest knowledge, fiery thought, Or Duty to grand purpose wrought. Wandering yester-morn the brake, I reached the margin of the lake, And oh! the wonder of the power, The deeper secret of the hour! -- Nature, the supplement of Man, His hidden sense interpret can, -- What friend to friend cannot convey Shall the dumb bird instructed say. Passing yonder oak, I heard Sharp accents of my woodland bird, -- I watched the singer with delight, -- But mark what changed my joy to fright, When that bird sang, I gave the theme, -- That wood-bird sang my last night's dream, A brown wren was the Daniel That pierced my trance its drift to tell; It knew my quarrel, how and why, Published it to lake and sky, -- Told every word and syllable In his flippant chirping babble, All my wrath, & all my shames, Nay, Heaven be witness, -- gave the names. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROMANTIC MOMENTS by TONY HOAGLAND INSECT LIFE OF FLORIDA by LYNDA HULL THE ANIMALS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE PRESENCES by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE HORSES by KATHARINE LEE BATES BESTIARY by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY THE FARMER'S BOY: WINTER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD |
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