Collected poems of Henry Thoreau | ||
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SALMON BROOK
Salmon Brook,
Penichook,
Ye sweet waters of my brain,
When shall I look,
Or cast the hook,
In your waves again?
Penichook,
Ye sweet waters of my brain,
When shall I look,
Or cast the hook,
In your waves again?
Silver eels,
Wooden creels,
These the baits that still allure,
And dragon-fly
That floated by,
May they still endure?
Wooden creels,
These the baits that still allure,
And dragon-fly
That floated by,
May they still endure?
Collected poems of Henry Thoreau | ||