all things return

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Why chidest thou the tardy Spring?
The hardy bunting does not chide;
The blackbirds make the maples ring
With social cheer and jubilee;
The redwing flutes his o-ka-lee,
The robins know the melting snow; 
The sparrow meek, prophetic-eyed,
Her nest beside the snow-drift weaves,
Secure the osier yet will hide 
Her callow brood in mantling leaves,
—And thou, by science all undone,
Why only must thy reason fail 
To see the southing of the sun? 
The world rolls round,—mistrust it not,—
Befalls again what once befell; 
All things return, both sphere and mote, 
And I shall hear my bluebird’s note, 
And dream the dream of Auburn dell.


–Ralph Waldo Emerson

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