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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp.  The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse.  1922.
 
Fore-runners
By Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)
 
LONG I follow’d happy guides,
I could never reach their sides;
Their step is forth and, ere the day
Breaks, up their leaguer and away.
Keen my sense, my heart was young,        5
Right goodwill my sinews strung,
But no speed of mine avails
To hunt upon their shining trails.
On and away, their hasting feet
Make the morning proud and sweet;        10
Flowers they strew,—I catch the scent;
Or tone of silver instrument
Leaves on the wind melodious trace;
Yet I could never see their face.
On eastern hills I see their smokes        15
Mix’d with mist by distant lochs.
I met many travellers,
Who the road had surely kept;
They saw not my fine revellers—
These had cross’d them while they slept.        20
Some had heard their fair report
In the country or the court:
Fleetest couriers alive
Never yet could once arrive,
As they went or they return’d,        25
At the house where these sojourn’d.
Sometimes their strong speed they slacken
Though they are not overtaken;
In sleep their jubilant troop is near—
I tuneful voices overhear,        30
It may be in wood or waste—
At unawares ’tis come and past.
Their near camp my spirit knows
By signs gracious as rainbows.
I thenceforward and long after        35
Listen for their harplike laughter,
And carry in my heart, for days,
Peace that hallows rudest ways.
 
 
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