Author Ralph Waldo Emerson Brother, no decrepitudeCramps the limbs of Time;As fleet his feet, his hands as good,His vision as sublime.As when at first Jehovah hurledThe Sun & each revolving world. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments