Page:May-day and other pieces, Emerson, 1867.djvu/28

16 We will hear the tiny roar

Of the insects evermore,

While cheerful cries of crag and plain

Reply to the thunder of river and main

As poured the flood of the ancient sea

Spilling over mountain chains,

Bending forests as bends the sedge,

Faster flowing o'er the plains,—

A world-wide wave with a foaming edge

That rims the running silver sheet,—

So pours the deluge of the heat

Broad northward o'er the land,

Painting artless paradises,

Drugging herbs with Syrian spices,

Fanning secret fires which glow

In columbine and clover-blow,

Climbing the northern zones,

Where a thousand pallid towns