SUNUP

   NATURE

O Nature!  I do not aspire

To be the highest in thy choir, -

To be a meteor in thy sky,

Or comet that may range on high,

Only a zephyr that may blow

Among the reeds by the river low,

Give me thy most privy place

Where to run my airy race.

In some withdrawn, unpublic mead

Let me sigh upon a reed,

Or in the woods, with leafy din,

Whisper the still evening in.

Some still work give me to do, -

only - be it near to you!

For I'd rather be the child

And pupil, in the forest wild,

Than be the king of men elsewhere,

And most sovereign slave of care,

To have one moment of thy dawn,

Than share the city's year forlorn.

Henry David Thoreau
And this morning on Queen's Creek