Page:Poems, Household Edition, Emerson, 1904.djvu/400

364 I cannot publish in my rhyme

What pranks the greenwood played;

It was the Carnival of time,

And Ages went or stayed.

To me that spectral nook appeared

The mustering Day of Doom,

And round me swarmed in shadowy troop

Things past and things to come.

The darkness haunteth me elsewhere;

There I am full of light;

In every whispering leaf I hear

More sense than sages write.

Underwoods were full of pleasance,

All to each in kindness bend,

And every flower made obeisance

As a man unto his friend.

Far seen, the river glides below,

Tossing one sparkle to the eyes:

I catch thy meaning, wizard wave;

The River of my Life replies.