Thoreau was born in Massachusetts and after an education at Harvard became a school teacher with his brother in their home town of Concord, following ..
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On fields o'er which the reaper's hand has pass'd Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun, My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind And of such fineness as October airs, There after harvest could I glean my life A richer harvest reaping without toil, And weaving gorgeous fancies at my will In subtler webs than finest summer haze.
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On Fields O'er Which the Reaper's Hand Has Pass'd by Henry David Thoreau