Ralph Waldo Emerson

(1803 - 1882 / Boston / United States)

Compensation - Poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Why should I keep holiday,
When other men have none?
Why but because when these are gay,
I sit and mourn alone.

And why when mirth unseals all tongues
Should mine alone be dumb?
Ah! late I spoke to silent throngs,
And now their hour is come.


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  • Gold Star - 29,119 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (5/20/2014 2:11:00 AM)

    I feel the deep rooted commitment to humanity of Emerson poems and this is exemplary in few lines. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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