“Nature” by: Henry David Thoreau


by: Henry David Thoreau

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In some withdrawn, unpublic mead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.


Posted on August 18, 2011, in Poems and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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