Collected poems of Henry Thoreau | ||
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I WAS MADE ERECT AND LONE
I was made erect and loneAnd within me is the bone
Still my vision will be clear
Still my life will not be drear
To the center all is near
Where I sit there is my throne
If age choose to sit apart
If age choose give me the start
Take the sap and leave the heart
Collected poems of Henry Thoreau | ||