Henry David Thoreau

This world is but a canvas to our imaginations.

This world is but a canvas to our imaginations.

You were once wild here

You were once wild here

Light Winged Smoke
Lightwinged Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, read more

Light Winged Smoke
Lightwinged Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, and the messenger of dawn,
Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;
By night star-veiling, and by day
Darkening the light and blotting out the sun;
Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,
And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.
-Henry David Thoreau-.

LightWinged Smoke
Lightwinged Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, and read more

LightWinged Smoke
Lightwinged Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, and the messenger of dawn,
Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;
By night star-veiling, and by day
Darkening the light and blotting out the sun;
Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,
And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.
-Henry David Thoreau-.

I have heard of a dog that barked at every stranger who approached his master's premises with clothes on, but read more

I have heard of a dog that barked at every stranger who approached his master's premises with clothes on, but was easily quieted by a naked thief