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Circles

by Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1904

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.

Published in The Poems of Ralph Waldo Emerson
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