Collected poems of Henry Thoreau | ||
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TO A MARSH HAWK IN SPRING
There is health in thy gray wingHealth of nature's furnishing.
Say thou modern-winged antique,
Was thy mistress ever sick?
In each heaving of thy wing
Thou dost health and leisure bring,
Thou dost waive disease & pain
And resume new life again.
Collected poems of Henry Thoreau | ||