Henry David Thoreau

Poems of Nature Henry David Thoreau

O Nature! I do not aspireTo be the highest in thy quire, -To be a meteor in the sky, Or comet that may range on high; Only a zephyr that may blowAmong the reeds by the river low; Give me thy most privy placeWhere to run my airy race. In some withdrawn, unpublic meadLet me sigh upon a reed, Or in the woods, with leafy din, Whisper the still evening in: Some still work give me to do, -Only-be it near to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 childAnd 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 yea