I was made erect and lone,
And within me is the bone;
Still my vision will be clear,
Still my life will not be drear,
To the center all is near.
Where I sit there is my throne.
If age choose to sit apart,
If age choose, give me the start,
Take the sap and leave the heart.
what does it mean. you are hiding a lot of things and loosing the meaning
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Thoreau was known for being a solitary man, almost a hermit, but loneliness does not trouble him. He walks straight and alone, like a prophet.