Advertising Console

    Ralph Waldo Emerson - The Apology


    by poetictouch

    Ralph Waldo Emerson - The Apology - Read by Hans Dekker

    The Apology
    by Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)

    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.