Henry David Thoreau

Tall Ambrosia

Friendship

Indeed, Indeed I Cannot Tell

Conscience

The Moon

Inspiration

Mist

The Summer Rain

Winter Memories

I Knew A Man By Sight

Epitaph On The World

My Life Has Been The Poem

Nature

I Am The Autumnal Sun

Rumors From An Aeolian Harp

Smoke

Pray To What Earth Does This Sweet Cold Belong

Prayer

I Am A Parcel Of Vain Strivings Tied

Let Such Pure Hate Still Underprop

On Fields O’Er Which The Reaper’s Hand Has Pass’D

Low-Anchored Cloud

Song Of Nature

All Things Are Current Found

Men Say They Know Many Things

Sic Vita

Like A Soul

Great God, I Ask For No Meaner Pelf

Light-Winged Smoke

They Who Prepare My Evening Meal Below

The Inward Morning

I Was Made Erect And Lone

Salmon Brook

What’s The Railroad To Me?

The Poet’s Delay

The Fisher’s Boy

Though All The Fates

Within The Circuit Of This Plodding Life

Sympathy

Away! Away! Away! Away!

To A Marsh Hawk In Spring