He looked up to the sky
And it seemed like the sun was winking
"Oh golly, oh gosh, oh my!
But of course I must be blinking,"
Thought he with a sad sigh,
And just as his heart sat sinking
He leapt up with a happy cry
"Whatever I'm feeling--
Whatever my heart might imply --
I can't get it by appealing,
So I'll just kiss reason good-bye!"
It may be contradicting
But Ralph Waldo cannot deny
He is part of God existing
But God's also up in the sky.
So if the sun isn't blinking
But Emerson's heart says "Try,"
For him it's not just wishful thinking
For the sun to wink way up high.
And although it's three in the morning,
Dear Ralph is still outside,
For even despite my warning
He feels the sun shines wide.
My dear you may be thinking,
"For what write this poem, and why?"
To warn you away from contradicting
For where there's contradicting, there are lies.