Ralph Waldo Emerson: Maia

Maia

Illusion works impenetrable, Weaving webs innumerable, Her gay pictures never fail, Crowds each on other, veil on veil, Charmer who will be believed By man who thirsts to be deceived.    Illusions like the tints of pearl, Or changing colors of the sky, Or ribbons of a dancing girl That mend her beauty to the eye.    The cold gray down upon the quinces lieth And the poor spinners weave their webs thereon To share the sunshine that so spicy is.    Samson stark, at Dagon's knee, Gropes for columns strong as he; When his ringlets grew and curled, Groped for axle of the world.    But Nature whistled with all her winds, Did as she pleased and went her way.