Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Rubies
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By Ralph Waldo Emerson
They brought me rubies from the mine
And held them to the sun;
I said; they are drops of frozen wine
From Eden's vats that run.
I looked again,--I thought them hearts
Of friends to friends unknown;
Tides that should warm each neighboring life
Are locked in sparkling stone.
But fire to thaw that ruddy snow,
To break enchanted ice,
And give love's scarlet tides to flow,--
When shall that sun arise?
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