Think me not unkind and rude,
That I walk alone in grove and glen;
I go to the god of the wood
To fetch his word to men.

Tax not my sloth that I
Fold my arms beside the brook;
Each cloud that floated in the sky
Writes a letter in my book.

Chide me not, laborious band,
For the idle flowers I brought;
Every aster in my hand
Goes home loaded with a thought.

There was never mystery,
But ’tis figured in the flowers,
Was never secret history,
But birds tell it in the bowers.

One harvest from thy field
Homeward brought the oxen strong;
A second crop thine acres yield,
Which I gather in a song.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Ralph Waldo Emerson's poem The Apology


  1. Nimah says:

    Ralph waldo was never apologising to anyone, but rather trying to hook people with the use and importance of nature. So one should not things negative about his work.

  2. Manoj Raghvan says:

    By having a look on thi poem i understood that poet want to say to the people who are working in the paddy field that not to misunderstand him unkind and rude, be

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