In his poetry, Emerson reveals the softer heart of an artist rather than the decisive intellect of a philosopher. There is a melancholy strain in his poems that does not emerge from the essays. In Goodbye, for example, a spirit wounded by the world looks forward to a reunion with nature and the infinite as he says farewell to "crowded halls, to court and street; to frozen hearts and hasting feet." The natural world of New England is very much evident in his Frost-like poetry, such as The Snow Storm, where the world becomes quiet in a white blanket: "The sled and traveler stopped, the courier's feet/Delayed, all friends shut out/The housemates sit around the radiant fireplace, enclosed/In a tumultuous privacy of storm."