Think me not unkind and rude <br />That I walk alone in grove and glen; <br />I go to the god of the wood <br />To fetch his word to men. <br /> <br />Tax not my sloth that I <br />Fold my arms beside the brook; <br />Each cloud that floated in the sky <br />Writes a letter in my book. <br /> <br />Chide me not, laborious band, <br />For the idle flowers I brought; <br />Every aster in my hand <br />Goes home loaded with a thought. <br /> <br />There was never mystery <br />But 'tis figured in the flowers; <br />Was never secret history <br />But birds tell it in the bowers. <br /> <br />One harvest from thy field <br />Homeward brought the oxen strong; <br />A second crop thine acres yield, <br />Which I gather in a song.<br /><br />Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-apology/
