What care I, so they stand the same,— <br />Things of the heavenly mind,— <br />How long the power to give them fame <br />Tarries yet behind? <br /> <br />Thus far to-day your favors reach, <br />O fair, appeasing Presences! <br />Ye taught my lips a single speech, <br />And a thousand silences. <br /> <br />Space grants beyond his fated road <br />No inch to the god of day, <br />And copious language still bestowed <br />One word, no more, to say.<br /><br />Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/merops/
