Pray To What Earth Does This Sweet Cold Belong By Henry David Thoreau - Not Applicable/Gideon Wagner

Pray To What Earth Does This Sweet Cold Belong

By Henry David Thoreau

Pray to what earth does this sweet cold belong

Which asks no duties and no conscience

The moon goes up by leaps her cheerful path

In some far summer stratum of the sky

While stars with their cold shine bedot her way

The fields gleam mildly back upon the sky

And far and near upon the leafless shrubs

The snow dust still emits a silver light

Under the hedge where drift banks are their screen

The titmice now pursue their downy dreams

As often in the sweltering summer nights

The bee doth drop asleep in the flower cup

When evening overtakes him with his load

By the brook sides in the still genial night

The more adventurous wanderer may hear

The crystals shoot and form

And winter slow

Increase his rule by gentlest summer means