Within the circuit of this plodding life
There enter moments of an azure hue,
Untarnished fair as is the violet
Or anemone, when the spring strews them
By some meandering rivulet, which make
The best philosophy untrue that aims
But to console man for his grievances
I have remembered when the winter came,
High in my chamber in the frosty nights,
When in the still light of the cheerful moon,
On every twig and rail and jutting spout,
The icy spears were adding to their length
Against the arrows of the coming sun,
How in the shimmering noon of summer past
Some unrecorded beam slanted across
The upland pastures where the Johnswort grew;
Or heard, amid the verdure of my mind,
The bee's long smothered hum, on the blue flag
Loitering amidst the mead; or busy rill,
Which now through all its course stands still and dumb
Its own memorial,—purling at its play
Along the slopes, and through the meadows next,
Until its youthful sound was hushed at last
In the staid current of the lowland stream;
Or seen the furrows shine but late upturned,
And where the fieldfare followed in the rear,
When all the fields around lay bound and hoar
Beneath a thick integument of snow.
So by God's cheap economy made rich
To go upon my winter's task again.
Despite the ups and downs of life, by experience in the life of harmony with Nature which is inspiring and making one wise, Poet Henry David Thoreau has written this inspired Nature Poetry enjoying life even in adverse situation! Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem here!
Thoreau transferred his love for nature into his love for witting...beautiful.
When all the fields around lay bound and Beneath a thick integument of snow. So by God's cheap economy made rich To go upon my winter's task again......../// beautiful poem penned; superb poetic expression
The genius if Henry David Thoreau is here very evident with his reverie of Nature at its purest.
Very fine poem of the cheering moon, truth, thank u. tony
Cheering moon! ! Azure hue! Clue of nature, Glue of the truth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thoreau transferred his love for nature into his love for writing...beautiful poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, he wrote beautiful phrases and verses as he meditated on the times in his life when natural events—the icicles of winter, the “shimmering noon” of summer, etc—renewed his spirit and enabled him to get through the “circuit” of his ordinary, “plodding life”.