The Over-Soul
"The
things we now esteem shall detach themselves
like
ripe fruit from our experience and fall."
Not an organ
function
or faculty a light
makes us nothing
wind
landscape
no progress
heart
beats
impersonal
the future
a sin
seeking
omniscience
to
free
the eagerness
tradition
grass
and stones
that sink
like
atoms
invisible
and
known
(from The Portable Emerson)
