Henry David Thoreau (12 July 1817 – 6 May 1862 / Concord, Massachusetts)
The Poet's Delay
IN vain I see the morning rise,
In vain observe the western blaze,
Who idly look to other skies,
Expecting life by other ways.
Amidst such boundless wealth without,
I only still am poor within,
The birds have sung their summer out,
But still my spring does not begin.
Shall I then wait the autumn wind,
Compelled to seek a milder day,
And leave no curious nest behind,
No woods still echoing to my lay?
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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