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 RALPH WALDO EMERSON

678 Fore-runners

K'NG I followed happy guides, I could never reach their sides; Their step is forth and, ere the day Breaks, up their leaguer and away. Keen my sense, my heart was young, Right goodwill my sinews strung, But no speed of mine avails To hunt upon their shining trails. On and away, their hasting feet Make the morning proud and sweet; Flowers they strew, I catch the scent; Or tone of silver instrument Leaves on the wind melodious trace; Yet I could never sec their face. On eastern hills I sec their smokes Mix'd with mist by distant lochs. I met many travellers, Who the road had surely kept; They saw not my fine revellers These had cross'd them while they slept. Some had heard their fair report In the country or the court: Fleetest couriers alive Never yet could once arrive, As they went or they return'd, At the houbc where these sojourn'd. Sometimes their strong speed they slacken Though they are not overtaken ; In sleep their jubilant troop is near I tuneful voices overhear,

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