Henry David Thoreau - The Inward Morning

Henry David Thoreau - The Inward Morning

Packed in my mind lie all the clothes br Which outward nature wears, br And in its fashion's hourly change br It all things else repairs. br In vain I look for change abroad, br And can no difference find, br Till some new ray of peace uncalled br Illumes my inmost mind. br br What is it gilds the trees and clouds, br And paints the heavens so gay, br But yonder fast-abiding light br With its unchanging ray? br br Lo, when the sun streams through the wood, br Upon a winter's morn, br Where'er his silent beams intrude, br The murky night is gone. br br How could the patient pine have known br The morning breeze would come, br Or humble flowers anticipate br The insect's noonday hum-- br br Till the new light with morning cheer br From far streamed through the aisles, br And nimbly told the forest trees br For many stretching miles? br br I've heard within my inmost soul br Such cheerful morning news, br In the horizon of my mind br Have seen such orient hues, br br As in the twilight of the dawn, br When the first birds awake, br Are heard within some silent wood, br Where they the small twigs break, br br Or in the eastern skies are seen, br Before the sun appears, br The harbingers of summer heats br Which from afar he bears.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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