Here’s Thoreau for your Saturday…

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O nature  do not aspire

To 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 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In some withdrawn unpublic mead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,

For I had rather be thy child

And pupil in the forest wild

Than to be king of men elsewhere

And most sovereign slave of care

To have one  moment of thy dawn

Than share the city’s year forlorn.

Some still work give me to do

Only be it near to you.

The poem”Nature”-H.D.Thoreau

pic by td-woodcut of Thoreau by Naoka Matsubara-which I own(35/100-signed).

 

 

 

 

 

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