Henry David Thoreau
Yellow autumn Birch tree leaf
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l. A warm, mizzling kind of rain for two days past and still Stellaria media
in Cheney's garden, as last spring, butter-and-eggs, that small white
aster (A. dumosus ?), the small white fleabane, hedgemustard.
Day before yesterday to the Cliffs in the rain, misty
rain. As I approached their edge, I saw the woods beneath
Fair Haven Pond, and the hills across the river - which, owing to the mist, was as far as I could see, and
seemed much further in consequence. I saw these between
the converging boughs of two white pines a rod
or two from me on the edge of the rock; and I thought
that there was no frame to a landscape equal to this - to see, between two near pine boughs, whose lichens
are distinct, a distant forest and lake, the one frame,
the other picture.
In November, a man will eat his heart, if in any month.
The birches have almost all lost their leaves. On the river this afternoon, the leaves, now crisp and curled, when the wind blows them on to the water become rude boats which float and sail about awhile conspicuously before they go to the bottom - oaks, walnuts, etc.
It is remarkable how native man proves himself to the earth, after all, and the completeness of his life in all its appurtenances. His alliances, how wide! He has domestiocated not has only beasts but fowl, not only hens and geese and ducks and turkeys, but his doves, winging their way to their dovecots over street and village and field, enhance the picturesqueness of his sky, to say nothing of his trained falcons, his beautiful scouts in the upper air. He is lord of the fowl and the brute. His allies are not only on the land, but in the air and water. The dove, the martin, the bluebird, the swallow, and, in some countries, the hawk have attached tthernselves to his fortunes . The doves that wing their way so near the clouds, they too are man's retainers.
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