Cosmos

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882) · 1847

common measure · 28 lines · from Poems

Who saw the hid beginningsWhen Chaos and Order strove,Or who can date the morning.The purple flaming of love?

I saw the hid beginningsWhen Chaos and Order strove,And I can date the morning primeAnd purple flame of love.

Song breathed from all the forest,The total air was fame;It seemed the world was all torchesThat suddenly caught the flame.

Is there never a retroscope mirrorIn the realms and corners of spaceThat can give us a glimpse of the battleAnd the soldiers face to face?

Sit here on the basalt coursesWhere twisted hills betrayThe seat of the world-old ForcesWho wrestled here on a day.

When the purple flame shoots up,And Love ascends his throne,I cannot hear your songs, O birds,For the witchery of my own.

And every human heartStill keeps that golden dayAnd rings the bells of jubileeOn its own First of May.

Words in this poem

chaos n.
An empty, immeasurable space; a yawning chasm. [L. chaos chaos (in senses 1 & 2), Gr. Chasm.]
witchery
Sorcery; enchantment; witchcraft.

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

Cosmos is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems Household Edition, Project Gutenberg ebook #12843; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Ralph Waldo Emerson, Cosmos, in Poems (1847), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #12843, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/emerson-poems/cosmos.html, id L07566.

Form and metre

Cosmos is 28 lines in 7 stanzas of 4 lines each. The metre is common measure, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 84%). 87% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.3 syllables. 9 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 46% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 3 -A-A forest · fameA · torches · flameA
  2. 4 -A-A mirror · spaceA · battle · faceA
  3. 5 ABAB coursesA · betrayB · forcesA · dayB
  4. 6 -A-A up · throneA · birds · ownA
  5. 7 -A-A heart · dayA · jubilee · mayA
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against common measure. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
Who saw the hid beginnings7····˘/˘
When Chaos and Order strove,7·/˘·/˘·
Or who can date the morning.7·····/˘
The purple flaming of love?7·/˘/˘··
I saw the hid beginnings7····˘/˘
When Chaos and Order strove,7·/˘·/˘·
And I can date the morning prime8·····/˘·
And purple flame of love.6·/˘···
Song breathed from all the forest,8··˘···/˘
The total air was fame;6·/˘···
It seemed the world was all torches8······/˘
That suddenly caught the flame.7·/˘˘···
Is there never a retroscope mirror9··/····/˘
In the realms and corners of space8····/˘··
That can give us a glimpse of the battle10········/˘
And the soldiers face to face?7··/˘···
Sit here on the basalt courses8····˘//˘
Where twisted hills betray6·/˘·˘/
The seat of the world-old Forces8······/˘
Who wrestled here on a day.8·/˘˘····
When the purple flame shoots up,7··/˘···
And Love ascends his throne,6··˘/··
I cannot hear your songs, O birds,8·/˘·····
For the witchery of my own.8··/˘˘···
And every human heart7·/˘˘/˘·
Still keeps that golden day6···/˘·
And rings the bells of jubilee8·····/˘·
On its own First of May.6······

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