George Willis Cooke, comp. The Poets of Transcendentalism: An Anthology. 1903.
Stanzas, Nature doth have her dawn each dayHenry David Thoreau (18171862)
N
But mine are far between;
Content, I cry, for, sooth to say,
Mine brightest are, I ween.
Though it be her noontide,
Her fairest field in shadow lies,
Nor can my light abide.
Conversing with my mate,
But if we interchange one ray,
Forthwith her heats abate.
As from some eastern hill,
A brighter morrow rise to me
Than lieth in her skill.
Two Sundays come together,
Our rays united make one sun,
With fairest summer weather.