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Threnody Analysis

Author: Poetry of Ralph Waldo Emerson Type: Poetry Views: 175

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The south-wind brings

Life, sunshine, and desire,

And on every mount and meadow

Breathes aromatic fire,

But over the dead he has no power,

The lost, the lost he cannot restore,

And, looking over the hills, I mourn

The darling who shall not return.I see my empty house,

I see my trees repair their boughs,

And he, -the wondrous child,

Whose silver warble wild

Outvalued every pulsing sound

Within the air's cerulean round,

The hyacinthine boy, for whom

Morn well might break, and April bloom,

The gracious boy, who did adorn

The world whereinto he was born,

And by his countenance repay

The favor of the loving Day,

Has disappeared from the Day's eye;

Far and wide she cannot find him,

My hopes pursue, they cannot bind him.

Returned this day the south-wind searches

And finds young pines and budding birches,

But finds not the budding man;

Nature who lost him, cannot remake him;

Fate let him fall, Fate can't retake him;

Nature, Fate, men, him seek in vain.And whither now, my truant wise and sweet,

Oh, whither tend thy feet?

I had the right, few days ago,

Thy steps to watch, thy place to know;

How have I forfeited the right?

Hast thou forgot me in a new delight?

I hearken for thy household cheer,

O eloquent child!

Whose voice, an equal messenger,

Conveyed thy meaning mild.

What though the pains and joys

Whereof it spoke were toys

Fitting his age and ken;-

Yet fairest dames and bearded men,

Who heard the sweet request

So gentle, wise, and grave,

Bended with joy to his behest,

And let the world's affairs go by,

Awhile to share his cordial game,

Or mend his wicker wagon frame,

Still plotting how their hungry ear

That winsome voice again might hear,

For his lips could well pronounce

Words that were persuasions.Gentlest guardians marked serene

His early hope, his liberal mien,

Took counsel from his guiding eyes

To make this wisdom earthly wise.

Ah! vainly do these eyes recall

The school-march, each day's festival,

When every morn my bosom glowed

To watch the convoy on the road;-

The babe in willow wagon closed,

With rolling eyes and face composed,

With children forward and behind,

Like Cupids studiously inclined,

And he, the Chieftain, paced beside,

The centre of the troop allied,

With sunny face of sweet repose,

To guard the babe from fancied foes,

The little Captain innocent

Took the eye with him as he went,

Each village senior paused to scan

And speak the lovely caravan.From the window I look out

To mark thy beautiful parade

Stately marching in cap and coat

To some tune by fairies played;

A music heard by thee alone

To works as noble led thee on.

Now love and pride, alas, in vain,

Up and down their glances strain.

The painted sled stands where it stood,

The kennel by the corded wood,

The gathered sticks to stanch the wall

Of the snow-tower, when snow should fall,

The ominous hole he dug in the sand,

And childhood's castles built or planned.

His daily haunts I well discern,

The poultry yard, the shed, the barn,

And every inch of garden ground

Paced by the blessed feet around,

From the road-side to the brook;

Whereinto he loved to look.

Step the meek birds where erst they ranged,

The wintry garden lies unchanged,

The brook into the stream runs on,

But the deep-eyed Boy is gone.On that shaded day,

Dark with more clouds than tempests are,

When thou didst yield thy innocent breath

In bird-like heavings unto death,

Night came, and Nature had not thee,-

I said, we are mates in misery.

The morrow dawned with needless glow,

Each snow-bird chirped, each fowl must crow,

Each tramper started,- but the feet

Of the most beautiful and sweet

Of human youth had left the hill

And garden,-they were bound and still,

There's not a sparrow or a wren,

There's not a blade of autumn grain,

Which the four seasons do not tend,

And tides of life and increase lend,

And every chick of every bird,

And weed and rock-moss is preferred.

O ostriches' forgetfulness!

O loss of larger in the less!

Was there no star that could be sent,

No watcher in the firmament,

No angel from the countless host,

That loiters round the crystal coast,

Could stoop to heal that only child,

Nature's sweet marvel undefiled,

And keep the blossom of the earth,

Which all her harvests were not worth?

Not mine, I never called thee mine,

But nature's heir,- if I repine,

And, seeing rashly torn and moved,

Not what I made, but what I loved.

Grow early old with grief that then

Must to the wastes of nature go,-

'Tis because a general hope

Was quenched, and all must doubt and grope

For flattering planets seemed to say,

This child should ills of ages stay,-

By wondrous tongue and guided pen

Bring the flown muses back to men. -

Perchance, not he, but nature ailed,

The world, and not the infant failed,

It was not ripe yet, to sustain

A genius of so fine a strain,

Who gazed upon the sun and moon

As if he came unto his own,

And pregnant with his grander thought,

Brought the old order into doubt.

Awhile his beauty their beauty tried,

They could not feed him, and he died,

And wandered backward as in scorn

To wait an Ĉon to be born.

Ill day which made this beauty waste;

Plight broken, this high face defaced!

Some went and came about the dead,

And some in books of solace read,

Some to their friends the tidings say,

Some went to write, some went to pray,

One tarried here, there hurried one,

But their heart abode with none.

Covetous death bereaved us all

To aggrandize one funeral.

The eager Fate which carried thee

Took the largest part of me.

For this losing is true dying,

This is lordly man's down-lying,

This is slow but sure reclining,

Star by star his world resigning.O child of Paradise!

Boy who made dear his father's home

In whose deep eyes

Men read the welfare of the times to come;

I am too much bereft;

The world dishonored thou hast left;

O truths and natures costly lie;

O trusted, broken prophecy!

O richest fortune sourly crossed;

Born for the future, to the future lost!The deep Heart answered, Weepest thou?

Worthier cause for passion wild,

If I had not taken the child.

And deemest thou as those who pore

With aged eyes short way before?

Think'st Beauty vanished from the coast

Of matter, and thy darling lost?

Taught he not thee, - the man of eld,

Whose eyes within his eyes beheld

Heaven's numerous hierarchy span

The mystic gulf from God to man?

To be alone wilt thou begin,

When worlds of lovers hem thee in?

To-morrow, when the masks shall fall

That dizen nature's carnival,

The pure shall see, by their own will,

Which overflowing love shall fill,-

'Tis not within the force of Fate

The fate-conjoined to separate.

But thou, my votary, weepest thou?

I gave thee sight, where is it now?

I taught thy heart beyond the reach

Of ritual, Bible, or of speech;

Wrote in thy mind's transparent table

As far as the incommunicable;

Taught thee each private sign to raise

Lit by the supersolar blaze.

Past utterance and past belief,

And past the blasphemy of grief,

The mysteries of nature's heart,-

And though no muse can these impart,

Throb thine with nature's throbbing breast,

And all is clear from east to west.I came to thee as to a friend,

Dearest, to thee I did not send

Tutors, but a joyful eye,

Innocence that matched the sky,

Lovely locks a form of wonder,

Laughter rich as woodland thunder;

That thou might'st entertain apart

The richest flowering of all art;

And, as the great all-loving Day

Through smallest chambers takes its way,

That thou might'st break thy daily bread

With Prophet, Saviour, and head;

That thou might'st cherish for thine own

The riches of sweet Mary's Son,

Boy-Rabbi, Israel's Paragon:

And thoughtest thou such guest

Would in thy hall take up his rest?

Would rushing life forget its laws,

Fate's glowing revolution pause?

High omens ask diviner guess,

Not to be conned to tediousness.

And know, my higher gifts unbind

The zone that girds the incarnate mind,

When the scanty shores are full

With Thought's perilous whirling pool,

When frail Nature can no more,-

Then the spirit strikes the hour,

My servant Death with solving rite

Pours finite into infinite.

Wilt thou freeze love's tidal flow,

Whose streams through nature circling go?

Nail the star struggling to its track

On the half-climbed Zodiack?

Light is light which radiates,

Blood is blood which circulates,

Life is life which generates,

And many-seeming life is one,-

Wilt thou transfix and make it none,

Its onward stream too starkly pent

In figure, bone, and lineament?Wilt thou uncalled interrogate

Talker! the unreplying fate?

Nor see the Genius of the whole

Ascendant in the private soul,

Beckon it when to go and come,

Self-announced its hour of doom.

Fair the soul's recess and shrine,

Magic-built, to last a season,

Masterpiece of love benign!

Fairer than expansive reason

Whose omen 'tis, and sign.

Wilt thou not ope this heart to know

What rainbows teach and sunsets show,

Verdict which accumulates

From lengthened scroll of human fates,

Voice of earth to earth returned,

Prayers of heart that inly burned;

Saying, what is excellent,As God lives, is permanentHearts are dust, hearts' loves remain,Heart's love will meet thee again.Revere the Maker; fetch thine eye

Up to His style, and manners of the sky.

Not of adamant and gold

Built He heaven stark and cold,

No, but a nest of bending reeds,

Flowering grass and scented weeds,

Or like a traveller's fleeting tent,

Or bow above the tempest pent,

Built of tears and sacred flames,

And virtue reaching to its aims;

Built of furtherance and pursuing,

Not of spent deeds, but of doing.

Silent rushes the swift Lord

Through ruined systems still restored,

Broad-sowing, bleak and void to bless,

Plants with worlds the wilderness,

Waters with tears of ancient sorrow

Apples of Eden ripe to-morrow;

House and tenant go to ground,

Lost in God, in Godhead found.


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