| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 721. Emerson |
| | | By Mary Mapes Dodge |
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| WE took it to the woods, we two, | |
| The book well worn and brown, | |
| To read his words where stirring leaves | |
| Rained their soft shadows down. | |
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| Yet as we sat and breathed the scene, | 5 |
| We opened not a page; | |
| Enough that he was with us there, | |
| Our silent, friendly sage! | |
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| His fresh “Rhodora” bloomed again; | |
| His “Humble-bee” buzzed near; | 10 |
| And oh, the “Wood-notes” beautiful | |
| He taught our souls to hear. | |
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| So our unopened book was read; | |
| And so, in restful mood, | |
| We and our poet, arm in arm, | 15 |
| Went sauntering through the wood. | |
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