The Rhodora

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The Rhodora
by Ralph Waldo Emerson

lines on being asked, whence is the flower?

In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,
I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,
Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook,
To please the desert and the sluggish brook;
The purple petals fallen in the pool
   Made the black waters with their beauty gay;
Young Raphael might covet such a school;
   The lively show beguiled me from my way.
Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why
This charm is wasted on the marsh and sky,
Dear, tell them, that if eyes were made for seeing,
Then beauty is its own excuse for being.
   Why, thou were there. O, rival of the rose!
I never though to ask, I never knew,
   But in my simple ignorance suppose
The selfsame Power that brought me there, brought you.