“Oh, tenderly the haughty day
Fills his blue urn with fire.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882) American philosopher, essayist, and poet
Ode, Concord, July 4, 1857
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
“O tenderly the haughty day
Fills his blue urn with fire;
One morn is in the mighty heaven,
And one in our desire.”
Ode http://www.potw.org/archive/potw369.html, st. 1 <br class="br">1860s, May-Day and Other Pieces (1867)
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