CHAPTER 1
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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OBERON
-_With that Sir Gawain departed, joyful and sorrowful: joyful
because of what Merlin had assured him should happen to him;
and sorrowful, that Merlin had thus been lost._
MORTE D'ARTHUR.
Thou Merlin, shut in the still wood of Death,
Yet living! who through forest-calm dost roll
A voice of guidance to the venturous soul
As when thou hadst the common blood and breath:
Far for thy praise my Fancy wandereth
Through all wide lands, and fain would spoil the whole
To heap crown-jewels at thine oak-tree's bole.
"Seek no bright words! " a wiser spirit saith.
"Not such the sage can please: no seeker he!
The world came to him in his tower, and told
Secrets of might, unforced and loving-free;
Nor held he Fancy's choice true gems and gold.
Kneel but and say:
_One grateful here behold! _
_Of mine own treasure thou didst give the key! _"
Yet living! who through forest-calm dost roll
A voice of guidance to the venturous soul
As when thou hadst the common blood and breath:
Far for thy praise my Fancy wandereth
Through all wide lands, and fain would spoil the whole
To heap crown-jewels at thine oak-tree's bole.
"Seek no bright words! " a wiser spirit saith.
"Not such the sage can please: no seeker he!
The world came to him in his tower, and told
Secrets of might, unforced and loving-free;
Nor held he Fancy's choice true gems and gold.
Kneel but and say:
_One grateful here behold! _
_Of mine own treasure thou didst give the key! _"