ELTROVADO
To the open ear it sings
Sweet the genesis of things
Of tendency through endless ages,
Of star-dust, and star-pligrimages,
Of rounded worlds, of space and time,
Of the old flood's subsiding slime,
Of chemic matter, force and form,
Of poles and powers, cold, wet, and warm:
The rushing metamorphosis,
Dissolving all that fixture is,
Melts things that be to things that seem,
And solid nature to a dream.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson, Woodnotes II, 1837