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-.

There is no remedy for love but to love more.

There is no remedy for love but to love more.

Men have become tools of their tools.

Men have become tools of their tools.

Simplicity is the nature of great souls.

Simplicity is the nature of great souls.

Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.

Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.