A&O QUOTE – Emerson – all things sing to me






From Ralph Waldo Emerson’s “Fragments on Nature and Life”


LET me go where’er I will,

I bear a sky-born music still:

It sounds from all things old,

It sounds from all things young,

From all that’s fair, from all that’s foul,

Peals out a cheerful song


It is not only in the rose,

It is not only in the bird,

Not only where the rainbow glows,

Nor in the song of woman heard,

But in the darkest, meanest things

There alway, alway something sings.


‘T is not in the high stars alone,

Nor in the cup of budding flowers,

Nor in the redbreast’s mellow tone,

Nor in the bow that smiles in showers,

But in the mud and scum of things

There alway, alway something sings. 


Ralph Waldo Emerson‘s sense of connectedness is apparent in circles, but then he speaks also to the transcendence inherent in all creation, had we only the sense to find it. 

Walt Whitman (d. 1892) among many others speaks to this as well:

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,

And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,

And the tree toad is a chef-d=oeuvre for the highest,

And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,

And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts scorn to all machinery,

And the cow crunching with depress’d head surpasses any statue,        

And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.