Merops

Ralph Waldo Emerson

1803 to 1882

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What care I, so they stand the same,-
  Things of the heavenly mind,-
How long the power to give them name
  Tarries yet behind?

Thus far to-day your favors reach,
  O fair, appeasing presences!
Ye taught my lips a single speech,
  And a thousand silences.

Space grants beyond his fated road
  No inch to the god of day;
And copious language still bestowed
  One word, no more, to say.