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