IN vain I see the morning rise,
In vain observe the western blaze,
Who idly look to other skies,
Expecting life by other ways.
Amidst such boundless wealth without,
I only still am poor within,
The birds have sung their summer out,
But still my spring does not begin.
Shall I then wait the autumn wind,
Compelled to seek a milder day,
And leave no curious nest behind,
No woods still echoing to my lay?
The Poet's Delay
Henry David Thoreau
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Poem topics: autumn, life, poor, spring, summer, wind, wealth, wait, rise, morning, observe, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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