Ralph Waldo Emerson writes to Margaret Fuller:
Thoreau was in my house this eve. & when I repeated to him some of your criticisms on his lines, he boggled at Nature “relumes,” and prefers his own honest “doth have,” which I told him should be restored. Othello’s melodious verses “that can thy light relume,” make that word sacred always in my ear. But our tough Yankee must have his tough verse, so I beg you will replace it. You need not print it, if you have anything better. He has left me with a piece of prose for you, which I will send now or presently. I am to read it first.
(The Letters of Ralph Waldo Emerson, 2:322)
