Poetry Friday: Henry David Thoreau

 

Mist

Low anchored cloud,
Newfoundland air,
Fountain-head and source of rivers,
Dew-cloth, dream drapery,
And napkins 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.

Henry David Thoreau

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Comments

[:: Suzanne ::]

That is beautiful. Thank you.

[Christine M]

What a beautiful, restful poem.

[cloudscome]

Lovely photo and poem. Thanks!