Henry David Thoreau (12 July 1817 – 6 May 1862 / Concord, Massachusetts)
O Nature! I do not aspire
To be the highest in thy choir, -
To be a meteor in thy sky,
Or comet that may range on high;
Only a zephyr that may blow
Among the reeds by the river low;
Give me thy most privy place
Where to run my airy race.
In some withdrawn, unpublic mead
Let me sigh upon a reed,
Or in the woods, with leafy din,
Whisper the still evening in:
Some still work give me to do, -
Only - be it near to you!
For I'd rather be thy child
And pupil, in the forest wild,
Than be the king of men elsewhere,
And most sovereign slave of care;
To have one moment of thy dawn,
Than share the city's year forlorn.
Henry David Thoreau's Other Poems
- All Things Are Current Found
- Away! Away! Away! Away!
- Epitaph On The World
- Great God, I Ask for no Meaner Pelf
- I am a Parcel of Vain Strivings Tied
- I am the Autumnal Sun
- I Knew A Man By Sight
- I was Made Erect and Lone
- Indeed, Indeed I Cannot Tell
- Let such pure hate still underprop
- Light-Winged Smoke
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