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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480894" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hamatreya</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, <br>Possessed the land which rendered to their toil <br>Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, wool and wood. <br>Each of these landlords walked amidst his farm, <br>Saying, &quot;'Tis mine, my children's and my name's. <br>How sweet the west wind sounds in my own trees! <br>How graceful climb those shadows on my hill! <br>I fancy these pure waters and the flags <br>Know me, as does my dog: we sympathize; <br>And, I affirm, my actions smack of the soil.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are these men? Asleep beneath their grounds: <br>And strangers, fond as they, their furrows plough. <br>Earth laughs in flowers, to see her boastful boys <br>Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs; <br>Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet <br>Clear of the grave. <br>They added ridge to valley, brook to pond, <br>And sighed for all that bounded their domain; <br>'This suits me for a pasture; that's my park; <br>We must have clay, lime, gravel, granite-ledge, <br>And misty lowland, where to go for peat. <br>The land is well,--lies fairly to the south. <br>'Tis good, when you have crossed the sea and back, <br>To find the sitfast acres where you left them.' <br>Ah! the hot owner sees not Death, who adds <br>Him to his land, a lump of mould the more. <br>Hear what the Earth says:-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Earth-Song</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Mine and yours; <br>Mine, not yours, Earth endures; <br>Stars abide-- <br>Shine down in the old sea; <br>Old are the shores; <br>But where are old men? <br>I who have seen much, <br>Such have I never seen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The lawyer's deed <br>Ran sure, <br>In tail, <br>To them, and to their heirs <br>Who shall succeed, <br>Without fail, <br>Forevermore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Here is the land, <br>Shaggy with wood, <br>With its old valley, <br>Mound and flood. <br>&quot;But the heritors?-- <br>Fled like the flood's foam. <br>The lawyer, and the laws, <br>And the kingdom, <br>Clean swept herefrom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'They called me theirs, <br>Who so controlled me; <br>Yet every one <br>Wished to stay, and is gone, <br>How am I theirs, <br>If they cannot hold me, <br>But I hold them?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I heard the Earth-song, <br>I was no longer brave; <br>My avarice cooled <br>Like lust in the chill of the grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ralph+Waldo+Emerson">Ralph Waldo Emerson</a><div class=q>
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