HomeAboutTextsContact Early Emerson Poems By Ralph Waldo Emerson Home›Texts›Early Emerson Poems›Compensation› Compensation Why should I keep holiday, When other men have none? Why but because when these are gay, I sit and mourn alone. And why when mirth unseals all tongues Should mine alone be dumb? Ah! late I spoke to silent throngs, And now their hour is come.