Days

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Days
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Featured in Vol 1., No.1 of The Atlantic Monthly.

Days

Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.
To each they offer gifts after his will,
Bread, kingdoms, stars, or sky that holds them all.
I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp,
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and departed silent. I, too late,
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.

This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.