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