DAYS

by: Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)

      AUGHTERS of Time, the hypocritic Days,
      Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
      And marching single in an endless file,
      Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.
      To each they offer gifts after his will,
      Bread, kingdom, stars, and sky that holds them all.
      I, in my pleachèd garden, watched the pomp,
      Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
      Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
      Turned and departed silent. I, too, late,
      Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.

"Days" is reprinted from Yald Book of American Verse. Ed. Thomas R. Lounsbury. New Haven: Yale University Press, 1912.

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