Henry David Thoreau
Sunset on the Marsh
by Edward Moran
The Maine Woods
Transcendentalism: Essential Essays of Emerson & Thoreau
Henry David Thoreau and Nineteenth-Century Science
Delphi Complete Works of Henry David Thoreau
The Wisdom of the Vedas
"An Insect View of Its Plain"
Insects, Nature and God in Thoreau, Dickinson and Muir
had a remarkable sunset to-night. I was walking
in the meadow, the source of Nut Meadow Brook. We walked in so pure and bright a light, so softly and serenely bright, I thought I had never bathed in such a golden flood, without a ripple or a murmur to it. The west side of every wood and rising ground gleamed like the boundary of Elysium.
A people who would begin by burning the fences and
let the forest stand! I saw the fences half consumed, their ends lost in the middle of the prairie, and some worldly miser with a surveyor looking after his bounds, while heaven had taken place around him, and he did not see the angels around, but was looking for an old post-hole in the midst of paradise. I looked again and saw him standing in the middle of a boggy Stygian fen, surrounded by devils, and he had found his bounds without a doubt, three little stones where a stake had been driven, and, looking nearer, I saw that the Prince of Darkness was his surveyor.
follow Thoreau on Twitter