 | Collected poems of Henry Thoreau |  |
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THE VIRGIN
With her calm, aspiring eyes
She doth tempt the earth to rise,
With humility over all,
She doth tempt the sky to fall.
She doth tempt the earth to rise,
With humility over all,
She doth tempt the sky to fall.
In her place she still doth stand
A pattern unto the firm land
While revolving spheres come round
To embrace her stable ground.
A pattern unto the firm land
While revolving spheres come round
To embrace her stable ground.
| Collected poems of Henry Thoreau | |