Pan by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Pan by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Pan

Ralph Waldo Emerson * Track #147 On Poems

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Pan by Ralph Waldo Emerson

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O what are heroes, prophets, men,
But pipes through which the breath of Pan doth blow
A momentary music. Being's tide
Swells hitherward, and myriads of forms
Live, robed with beauty, painted by the sun;
Their dust, pervaded by the nerves of God,
Throbs with an overmastering energy
Knowing and doing. Ebbs the tide, they lie
White hollow shells upon the desert shore,
But not the less the eternal wave rolls on
To animate new millions, and exhale
Races and planets, its enchanted foam.

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