Brahma
Ralph Waldo Emerson
1803 to 1882
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If the red slayer think he slays,
Or if slain think he is slain,
They know not well subtle ways
I keep, and pass, and turn again.
or forgot to me is near;
Shadow and sunlight the same;
The vanished gods to me appear;
And to me are shame and fame.
They reckon ill leave me out;
When me they fly, I am wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt,
And the hymn the Brahmin sings.
The strong gods pine my abode,
And pine in vain the sacred Seven;
thou, meek lover of the good!
Find me, and thy back on heaven.