63 FATE

By Ralph Waldo Emerson

DEEP in the man sits fast his fate

To mould his fortunes，mean or great：

Unknown to Cromwell as to me

Was Cromwell's measure or degree；

Unknown to him as to his horse，

If he than his groom be better or worse．

He works，plots，fights，in rude affairs，

With squires，lords，kings，his craft compares，

Till late he learned，through doubt and fear，

Broad England harbored not his peer：

Obeying time，the last to own

The Genius from its cloudy throne．

For the prevision is allied

Unto the thing so signified；

Or say，the foresight that awaits

Is the same Genius that creates．