Already blushes in thy cheek <br />The bosom-thought which thou must speak; <br />The bird, how far it haply roam <br />By cloud or isle, is flying home; <br />The maiden fears, and fearing runs <br />Into the charmed snare she shuns; <br />And every man, in love or pride, <br />Of his fate is never wide. <br /> <br />Will a woman's fan the ocean smooth? <br />Or prayers the stony Parcae sooth, <br />Or coax the thunder from its mark? <br />Or tapers light the chaos dark? <br />In spite of Virtue and the Muse, <br />Nemesis will have her dues, <br />And all our struggles and our toils <br />Tighter wind the giant coils.<br /><br />Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nemesis/
