Henry David Thoreau Summer Poems

  • 1.
    IN vain I see the morning rise,
    In vain observe the western blaze,
    Who idly look to other skies,
    Expecting life by other ways.
    ...
  • 2.
    Pray to what earth does this sweet cold belong,
    Which asks no duties and no conscience?
    The moon goes up by leaps, her cheerful path
    In some far summer stratum of the sky,
    ...
  • 3.
    My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read,
    'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large
    Down in the meadow, where is richer feed,
    And will not mind to hit their proper targe.
    ...
  • 4.
    Packed in my mind lie all the clothes
    Which outward nature wears,
    And in its fashion's hourly change
    It all things else repairs.
    ...
  • 5.
    On fields o'er which the reaper's hand has pass'd
    Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun,
    My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind
    And of such fineness as October airs,
    ...
  • 6.
    Mine are the night and morning,
    The pits of air, the gull of space,
    The sportive sun, the gibbous moon,
    The innumerable days.
    ...
  • 7.
    Lately alas I knew a gentle boy,
    Whose features all were cast in Virtue's mould,
    As one she had designed for Beauty's toy,
    But after manned him for her own strong-hold.
    ...
  • 8.
    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
    ...
  • 9.
    Whate'er we leave to God, God does,
    And blesses us;
    The work we choose should be our own,
    God leaves alone.
    ...
Total 9 Summer Poems by Henry David Thoreau

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