NATURE: HENRY D
AVID THOREAU O NATURE! I DO
NOT A
SPIR
E IN THY SKY,
RIVER LOW; LET ME SIGH
UPON A REED,
GIVE ME TO DO
, ONLY
- BE
IT
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THE
FOR
EST
WILD
, TH
AN
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TH
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KI
NG O
F ME
N ELSEWHERE, HE
NRY
DAV
ID T
HOR
EAU T
HIS IS
A DELICIOUS EV
E
NI
NG
, W
HEN
THE
WHO
LE BO
DY IS
ON
E S
EN
SE,
AN
D IM
BIB
ES
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CO
ME WITH A
STRANGE
THE STONY SHORE OF THE POND IN MY SH
IRT
SLEEVES, THO
UGH IT IS COOL AS WELL AS CLOUDY AND WINDY, AND
I SEE
NOT
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TO
ME
. T
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RUMP
TO USHER IN TH
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HT, A
ND TH
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E FROM
THE WHIPPOO
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WI
LL
IS B
ORNE
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R AND POPLAR LEAVES
FR
OM
OVER T
HE WATER. SYMPATHY WITH
THE FLUTTERING ALDER AND POP
LAR L
EAVES ALMOST T
AKES AWAY MY BREATH; YET, LIKE THE LAKE, MY
SEREN
ITY
I
S
R
I
P
P
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D
,
B
U
T
N
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F
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ED
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E F
RO
M
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ER T
HE W
ATER
. SYM
PAT
HY
WIT
H TH
E FLUT
TERING ALDER
AND
POPLA
R LEA
VES AL
MOST TAKES AWAY
M
Y B
REA
TH; Y
ET, LI
KE TH
E LA
KE,
MY
SE
REN
ITY
IS
R
IP
PL
E
D
,
B
U
T
N
O
T
R
U
F
F
L
E
D.
SM
ALL WAVES
RAISED BY THE EVENING WIN
D ARE AS REMOTE FRO
M STOR
M AS THE SMOOTH REFLECT
ING SURFACE. THOUGH IT IS
NOW DAR
K,
T
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S
AN
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TH
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HE W
AVES
STI
LL
DAS
H, AND
SOME CREATUR
ES LU
LL TH
E RES
T WITH
THEIR NOTE
S.
M
Y FI
RST S
UMME
R IN T
HE S
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RR
A: J
OH
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MU
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S
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E
M
E
D
T
H
E
M
O
ST
I HAD YET FOUND, THE ONE
BIG STONE WITH ITS MOSSY LEV
EL TOP AND
SMOOTH SIDES STANDING SQUARE AND FIRM AND
SOL
IT
A
R
Y
,
L
I
K
E
A
N
A
L
T
A
R,
TH
E F
ALL
IN
FRO
NT OF
IT BA
THIN
G IT
LIG
HTLY WI
TH THE FINE
ST OF
THE SP
RAY, JUS
T ENOUGH T
O
KEE
P ITS
MOSS G
REEN
POO
L B
ENE
ATH
, W
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