THE POET'S DELAY
by: Henry David Thoreau
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- N vain I see the morning rise,
- In vain observe the western blaze,
- Who idly look to other skies,
- Expecting life by other ways.
- Amidst such boundless wealth without,
- I only still am poor within,
- The birds have sung their summer out,
- But still my spring does not begin.
- Shall I then wait the autumn wind,
- Compelled to seek a milder day,
- And leave no curious nest behind,
- No woods still echoing to my lay?