Henry David Thoreau

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


Poem 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In some withdrawn, unpublic mead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.

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  • Michael WalkerMichael Walker (7/27/2019 7:27:00 PM)

    It is striking how much Thoreau liked living alone with nature, rather than in society.
    He was a true individualist ('un grand solitaire') and he gave the world the great
    idea of civil disobedience. A prophet.(Report)Reply

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  • Paras alone (8/12/2018 3:44:00 AM)

    Thie is nice poem(Report)Reply

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (12/7/2016 8:53:00 AM)

    And the nature invites us to enjoy...(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

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