Low-Anchored Cloud in  General   

Low-anchored cloud,
Newfoundland air,
Fountain-head and source of rivers,
Dew-cloth, dream-drapery,
And napkin spread by fays;
Drifting meadow of the air,
Where bloom the daisied banks and violets,
And in whose fenny labyrinth
The bittern booms and heron wades;
Spirit of lakes and seas and rivers,
Bear only perfumes and the scent
Of healing herbs to just men's fields!

By Henry David Thoreau

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• Sic Vita
• Smoke
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• The Summer Rain
• They Who Prepare my Evening Meal Below
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