The rhyme of the poet <br />Modulates the king's affairs, <br />Balance-loving nature <br />Made all things in pairs. <br />To every foot its antipode, <br />Each color with its counter glowed, <br />To every tone beat answering tones, <br />Higher or graver; <br />Flavor gladly blends with flavor; <br />Leaf answers leaf upon the bough, <br />And match the paired cotyledons. <br />Hands to hands, and feet to feet, <br />In one body grooms and brides; <br />Eldest rite, two married sides <br />In every mortal meet. <br />Light's far furnace shines, <br />Smelting balls and bars, <br />Forging double stars, <br />Glittering twins and trines. <br />The animals are sick with love, <br />Lovesick with rhyme; <br />Each with all propitious Time <br />Into chorus wove. <br /> <br />Like the dancers' ordered band, <br />Thoughts come also hand in hand, <br />In equal couples mated, <br />Or else alternated, <br />Adding by their mutual gage <br />One to other health and age. <br />Solitary fancies go <br />Short-lived wandering to and fro, <br />Most like to bachelors, <br />Or an ungiven maid, <br />Not ancestors, <br />With no posterity to make the lie afraid, <br />Or keep truth undecayed. <br /> <br />Perfect paired as eagle's wings, <br />Justice is the rhyme of things; <br />Trade and counting use <br />The serf-same tuneful muse; <br />And Nemesis, <br />Who with even matches odd, <br />Who athwart space redresses <br />The partial wrong, <br />Fills the just period, <br />And finishes the song. <br /> <br />Subtle rhymes with ruin rife <br />Murmur in the house of life, <br />Sung by the Sisters as they spin; <br />In perfect time and measure, they <br />Build and unbuild our echoing clay, <br />As the two twilights of the day <br />Fold us music-drunken in.<br /><br />Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/merlin-ii/
