Rhodora! If the sages ask thee why
this charm is wasted on the earth and sky,
tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing,
Then Beauty is its own excuse for being:
Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!
I never thought to ask, I never knew:
But, in my simple ignorance, suppose
the self-same Power that brought me there brought you.
this charm is wasted on the earth and sky,
tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing,
Then Beauty is its own excuse for being:
Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!
I never thought to ask, I never knew:
But, in my simple ignorance, suppose
the self-same Power that brought me there brought you.
(from Rhodora, Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1834
The mood on the water this morning was tranquil, as fog softerned shapes and colors and the still waters created a mirror of reflections. Fish rose gently to the surface and a trio of loons appeared near a misty island. The lavender rhodora blooms punctuated the greens and grays of the wooded shore. The atmosphere encouraged pauses to look deeply and appreciate nature. Hope I remember to do that this summer.
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