Henry David Thoreau

(12 July 1817 – 6 May 1862 / Concord, Massachusetts)

Poems of Henry David Thoreau

21. On Fields O'er Which the Reaper's Hand Has Pass'd 1/3/2003
22. Pray to What Earth Does This Sweet Cold Belong 1/3/2003
23. Prayer 1/3/2003
24. Rumors from an Aeolian Harp 1/3/2003
25. Salmon Brook 4/12/2010
26. Sic Vita 1/3/2003
27. Smoke 1/3/2003
28. Song Of Nature 4/12/2010
29. Sympathy 4/26/2012
30. Tall Ambrosia 4/26/2012
31. The Fisher’s Boy 4/12/2010
32. The Inward Morning 1/3/2003
33. The Moon 1/3/2003
34. The Poet's Delay 4/12/2010
35. The Summer Rain 1/3/2003
36. They Who Prepare My Evening Meal Below 1/3/2003
37. Though All The Fates 4/12/2010
38. To a Marsh Hawk in Spring 4/26/2012
39. What's the Railroad to Me? 1/3/2003
40. Winter Memories 1/3/2003

Inspiration

Whate'er we leave to God, God does,
And blesses us;
The work we choose should be our own,
God leaves alone.

If with light head erect I sing,
Though all the Muses lend their force,
From my poor love of anything,
The verse is weak and shallow as its source.

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