The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tablets yet unbroken: The word by seers or sibyls told, In groves of oak or fanes of gold, Still floats upon the morning wind, Still whispers to the willing mind.
Ralph Waldo EmersonEurope has always owed to oriental genius its divine impulses. What these holy bards said, all sane men found agreeable and true.
Ralph Waldo Emerson