Henry David Thoreau (12 July 1817 – 6 May 1862 / Concord, Massachusetts)
I was Made Erect and Lone
I was made erect and lone,
And within me is the bone;
Still my vision will be clear,
Still my life will not be drear,
To the center all is near.
Where I sit there is my throne.
If age choose to sit apart,
If age choose, give me the start,
Take the sap and leave the heart.
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