Poems by Henry David Thoreau
The moon now rises to her absolute rule
... There lurks a ripe fruit which the reapers have not gathered, ...
Im thankful that my life doth not deceive
... Else why these ears that hear the leaders bells ...
Like A Soul
... Sending In delinquency ...
Though All The Fates
... The ship, becalmed, at length stands still ...
Salmon Brook
... These the baits that still allure, ...
On Fields O'er Which The Reaper's Hand Has Pass'd
... On fields o'er which the reaper's hand has pass'd ...
Winter Memories
... Which now through all its course stands still and dumb ...
Light-Winged Smoke
... Lark without song, and the messenger of dawn, ...
The Poet's Delay
... The birds have sung their summer out, ...
Song Of Nature
... Heat, cold, wet, dry, and peace, and pain ...
They Who Prepare My Evening Meal
... With such secure delight they hardly seemed to flow ...
Mist
... Spirit of the lake and seas and rivers, ...
The Fishers Boy
... Yet oft I think the ocean theyve sailed oer ...
