Henry David Thoreau

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

The Poet's Delay - Poem by Henry David Thoreau

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?


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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