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'In vain I see the morning rise, In vain observe the western blaze,Who idly look to other skies,Expecting life by other ways..'

Monday, September 04, 2006

THE POET"S DELAY

by: Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)

In vain I see the morning rise,
In vain observe the western blaze,
Who idly look to other skies,
Expecting life by other ways.

Amidst such boundless wealth without,
I only still am poor within,
The birds have sung their summer out,
But still my spring does not begin.

Shall I then wait the autumn wind,
Compelled to seek a milder day,
And leave no curious nest behind,
No woods still echoing to my lay?

posted by Andrian | 6:45 AM

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