Ralph Waldo Emerson - Hamatreya

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Hamatreya

BY RALPH WALDO EMERSON

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/52341

Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, 

Possessed the land which rendered to their toil 

Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, wool, and wood. 

Each of these landlords walked amidst his farm, 

Saying, “’Tis mine, my children’s and my name’s. 

How sweet the west wind sounds in my own trees! 

How graceful climb those shadows on my hill! 

I fancy these pure waters and the flags 

Know me, as does my dog: we sympathize; 

And, I affirm, my actions smack of the soil.” 

Where are these men? Asleep beneath their grounds: 

And strangers, fond as they, their furrows plough. 

Earth laughs in flowers, to see her boastful boys 

Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs; 

Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet 

Clear of the grave. 

They added ridge to valley, brook to pond, 

And sighed for all that bounded their domain; 

“This suits me for a pasture; that’s my park; 

We must have clay, lime, gravel, granite-ledge, 

And misty lowland, where to go for peat. 

The land is well,—lies fairly to the south. 

’Tis good, when you have crossed the sea and back, 

To find the sitfast acres where you left them.” 

Ah! the hot owner sees not Death, who adds 

Him to his land, a lump of mould the more. 

Hear what the Earth say:— 

                EARTH-SONG 

          “Mine and yours; 

          Mine, not yours. 

          Earth endures; 

          Stars abide— 

          Shine down in the old sea; 

          Old are the shores; 

          But where are old men? 

          I who have seen much, 

          Such have I never seen. 

          “The lawyer’s deed 

          Ran sure, 

          In tail, 

          To them and to their heirs 

          Who shall succeed, 

          Without fail, 

          Forevermore. 

          “Here is the land, 

          Shaggy with wood, 

          With its old valley, 

          Mound and flood. 

          But the heritors?— 

          Fled like the flood's foam. 

          The lawyer and the laws, 

          And the kingdom, 

          Clean swept herefrom. 

          “They called me theirs, 

          Who so controlled me; 

          Yet every one 

          Wished to stay, and is gone, 

          How am I theirs, 

          If they cannot hold me, 

          But I hold them?” 

When I heard the Earth-song 

I was no longer brave; 

My avarice cooled 

Like lust in the chill of the grave. 

Source: Poets of the English Language (Viking Press, 1950)