The water understands Civilization well; It wets my foot, but prettily, It chills my life, but wittily, It is not disconcerted, It is not broken-hearted: Well used, it decketh joy, Adorneth, doubleth joy: Ill used, it will destroy, In perfect time and measure With a face of golden pleasure Elegantly destroy.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
American poet, essayist, and philosopher Ralph Waldo Emerson was born in 1803 in Boston.
Date Published: 1867-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/water-0