More by Ralph Waldo Emerson:

"Voluntaries" (1863)
"Boston Hymn" (1862)
"The President's Proclamation" (1862)
"American Civilization" (1862)

From Atlantic Unbound:

"Volume One, Number One"
Poems by Emerson, Longfellow, Lowell, and Whittier.

Flashbacks: "The Sage and the Magazine" (December 23, 2003)
A collection of writings by and about Ralph Waldo Emerson, two hundred years after his birth.

The Atlantic Monthly | November 1857

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

If the red slayer think he slays,
Or if the slain think he is slain,
They know not well the subtle ways
I keep, and pass, and turn again.

Far or forgot to me is near,
Shadow and sunlight are the same,
The vanished gods to me appear,
And one to me are shame and fame.

They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt,
And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.

The strong gods pine for my abode,
And pine in vain the sacred Seven;
But thou, meek lover of the good!
Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.

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The Atlantic Monthly; Nov 1857; Vol. 1, No. 1; p. 48.