Thoreau & Beyond





 

Poetry

The Thaw

 

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;

That mingled, soul and body, with the tide,

I too may through the pores of nature flow.

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