Author Ralph Waldo Emerson The solid, solid universeIs pervious to Love;With bandaged eyes he never errs,Around, below, above.His blinding lightHe flingeth whiteOn God's and Satan's brood,And reconcilesBy mystic wilesThe evil and the good. 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