“Wherever snow falls or water flows or birds fly,
wherever day and night meet in twilight, wherever the blue heaven is hung by
clouds or sown with stars, wherever are forms with transparent boundaries,
wherever are outlets into celestial space, wherever is danger, and awe, and
love, — there is Beauty, plenteous as rain, shed for thee, and though thou
shouldest walk the world over, thou shalt not be able to find a condition
inopportune or ignoble.”— American philosopher, essayist, and poet Ralph Waldo
Emerson (1803-1882), “The Poet,” in
Essays: Second Series (1844)
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