Henry David Thoreau

,I think awhile of Love, and while I think ,Love is to me a world ,Sole meat and sweetest drink And close connecting link

,Indeed indeed, I cannot tell ,Though I ponder on it well Which were easier to state All my love or all my hate

My life has been the poem I would have writ .But I could not both live and utter it

—I saw the civil sun drying earth’s tears ,Her tears of joy that only faster flowed ,Fain would I stretch me by the highway side ,To thaw and trickle with the melting snow

Packed in my mind lie all the clothes ,Which outward nature wears And in its fashion’s hourly change .It all things else repairs