Author Ralph Waldo Emerson Nature centres into balls,And her proud ephemerals,Fast to surface and outside,Scan the profile of the sphere;Knew they what that signified,A new genesis were here. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments