Night In June (fragment)

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Title:     Night In June (fragment)
Author: Ralph Waldo Emerson [More Titles by Emerson]

I left my dreary page and sallied forth,
Received the fair inscriptions of the night;
The moon was making amber of the world,
Glittered with silver every cottage pane,
The trees were rich, yet ominous with gloom.
The meadows broad
From ferns and grapes and from the folded flowers
Sent a nocturnal fragrance; harlot flies
Flashed their small fires in air, or held their court
In fairy groves of herds-grass.

 

He lives not who can refuse me;
All my force saith, Come and use me:
A gleam of sun, a summer rain,
And all the zone is green again.

 

Seems, though the soft sheen all enchants,
Cheers the rough crag and mournful dell,
As if on such stern forms and haunts
A wintry storm more fitly fell.

 

Put in, drive home the sightless wedges
And split to flakes the crystal ledges.

[The end]
Ralph Waldo Emerson's poem: Night In June (fragment)

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