A Perfect Whole

All are needed by each one;
Nothing is fair or good alone.

I inhaled the violet's breath;
Around me stood the oaks and firs;

Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground;
Over me soared the eternal sky,
Full of light and of deity;
Again I saw, again I heard,
The rolling river, the morning bird; —
Beauty through my senses stole;
I yielded myself to the perfect whole.

~Emerson