The Park
The prosperous and beautiful To me seem not to wear The yoke of conscience masterful, Which galls me everywhere. I cannot shake off the god; On my neck he makes his seat; I look at my face in the glass,-- My eyes his eyeballs meet. Enchanters! Enchantresses! Your gold makes you seem wise; The morning mist within your grounds More proudly rolls, more softly lies. Yet spake yon purple mountain, Yet said yon ancient wood, That Night or Day, that Love or Crime, Leads all souls to the Good.
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"The prosperous and beautiful..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Ralph Waldo Emerson delivers a powerful performance in "The Park"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...