Brahma

Ralph Waldo Emerson

1803 to 1882

Poem Image
Track 1

Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.

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