The Test
(Musa loquitur.) I hung my verses in the wind, Time and tide their faults may find. All were winnowed through and through, Five lines lasted sound and true; Five were smelted in a pot Than the South more fierce and hot; These the siroc could not melt, Fire their fiercer flaming felt, And the meaning was more white Than July's meridian light. Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know. Have you eyes to find the five Which five hundred did survive?
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"(Musa loquitur.)..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Ralph Waldo Emerson delivers a powerful performance in "The Test"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...