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by:
Ralph Waldo Emerson
(1803-1882)
Nature
centres into balls,
And her proud ephemerals,
Fast to surface and outside,
Scan the profile of the sphere;
Knew they what that signified,
A new genesis were here.
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poems by Ralph Waldo Emerson