Ralph Waldo Emerson

(1803 - 1882 / Boston / United States)

Beauty - Poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Was never form and never face
So sweet to SEYD as only grace
Which did not slumber like a stone,
But hovered gleaming and was gone.
Beauty chased he everywhere,
In flame, in storm, in clouds of air.
He smote the lake to feed his eye
With the beryl beam of the broken wave;
He flung in pebbles well to hear
The moment's music which they gave.
Oft pealed for him a lofty tone
From nodding pole and belting zone.
He heard a voice none else could hear
From centred and from errant sphere.
The quaking earth did quake in rhyme,
Seas ebbed and flowed in epic chime.
In dens of passion, and pits of woe,
He saw strong Eros struggling through,
To sun the dark and solve the curse,
And beam to the bounds of the universe.
While thus to love he gave his days
In loyal worship, scorning praise,
How spread their lures for him in vain
Thieving Ambition and paltering Gain!
He thought it happier to be dead,
To die for Beauty, than live for bread.


Comments about Beauty by Ralph Waldo Emerson

  • Gold Star - 26,723 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (5/20/2014 2:14:00 AM)

    To die for beauty than live for bread a nice idea and good poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 1 Points Kolawole Ajao (11/25/2010 2:53:00 AM)

    He thought it happier to be dead,
    To die for Beauty, than live for bread.

    Generations yet unborn shall hear about Emerson, one of my chief inspirers! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 27, 2014


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