The Apology
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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"Think me not unkind and rude..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Ralph Waldo Emerson delivers a powerful performance in "The Apology"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...