Henry David Thoreau



                   Low-Anchored Cloud


                   Low-anchored cloud, 
                   Newfoundland air, 
                   Fountain-head and source of rivers, 
                   Dew-cloth, dream-drapery, 
                   And napkin spread by fays; 
                   Drifting meadow of the air, 
                   Where bloom the daisied banks and violets, 
                   And in whose fenny labyrinth 
                   The bittern booms and heron wades; 
                   Spirit of lakes and seas and rivers, 
                   Bear only perfumes and the scent 
                   Of healing herbs to just men's fields!


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