Nature Poem by Henry David Thoreau

Nature

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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In some withdrawn, unpublic mead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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Walker 27 July 2019

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.

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Paras alone 12 August 2018

Thie is nice poem

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M Asim Nehal 07 December 2016

And the nature invites us to enjoy...

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