1 min read
Слушать(AI)The Past
The debt is paid,
The verdict said,
The Furies laid,
The plague is stayed,
All fortunes made;
Turn the key and bolt the door,
Sweet is death forevermore.
Nor haughty hope, nor swart chagrin,
Nor murdering hate, can enter in.
All is now secure and fast;
Not the gods can shake the Past;
Flies-to the adamantine
Bolted down forevermore.
None can reenter there, -No thief so politic,
No Satan with a royal
Steal in by window, chink or hole,
To bind or unbind, add what
Insert a leaf, or forge a name,
New-face or finish what is packed,
Alter or mend eternal Fact.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ralph Waldo Emerson (May 25, 1803 – April 27, 1882), who went by his middle name Waldo, was an American essayist, lecturer, philosopher, and poe
Comments
You need to be signed in to write comments
Other author posts
Merlin I
Thy trivial harp will never Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, peremptory, clear
Compensation
Why should I keep holiday, When other men have none Why but because when these are gay, I sit and mourn alone
Hamatreya
Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer,
The Sphinx
The Sphinx is drowsy, The wings are furled; Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world Who'll tell me my secret, The ages have kept —I awaited the seer, While they slumbered and slept;—The fate of the man-child; The meani...
