Nemesis
Already blushes on thy cheek The bosom thought which thou must speak; The bird, how far it haply roam By cloud or isle, is flying home; The maiden fears, and fearing runs Into the charmed snare she shuns; And every man, in love or pride, Of his fate is never wide. Will a woman's fan the ocean smooth? Or prayers the stony Parcae soothe, Or coax the thunder from its mark? Or tapers light the chaos dark? In spite of Virtue and the Muse, Nemesis will have her dues, And all our struggles and our toils Tighter wind the giant coils.
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Already blushes on thy cheek..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Ralph Waldo Emerson delivers a powerful performance in "Nemesis"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...