Ralph Waldo Emerson: Cosmos

Cosmos

Who saw the hid beginnings   When Chaos and Order strove, Or who can date the morning.   The purple flaming of love?  I saw the hid beginnings   When Chaos and Order strove, And I can date the morning prime   And purple flame of love.  Song breathed from all the forest,   The total air was fame; It seemed the world was all torches   That suddenly caught the flame.         *       *       *  Is there never a retroscope mirror   In the realms and corners of space That can give us a glimpse of the battle   And the soldiers face to face?  Sit here on the basalt courses   Where twisted hills betray The seat of the world-old Forces   Who wrestled here on a day.         *       *       *  When the purple flame shoots up,   And Love ascends his throne, I cannot hear your songs, O birds,   For the witchery of my own.  And every human heart   Still keeps that golden day And rings the bells of jubilee   On its own First of May.