Page:May-day and other pieces, Emerson, 1867.djvu/152

 TERMINUS.

T is time to be old,

To take in sail:—

The god of bounds,

Who sets to seas a shore,

Came to me in his fatal rounds,

And said: 'No more!

No farther spread

Thy broad ambitious branches, and thy root.

Fancy departs: no more invent,

Contract thy firmament

To compass of a tent.

There 's not enough for this and that,

Make thy option which of two;