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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHEN BREATHLESS NOON HATH PAUSED ON HILL AND VALE, by HENRY DAVID THOREAU Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: And I walk once more confounded a denizen of earth Subject(s): Sounds | |||
When breathless noon hath paused on hill and vale, And now no more the woodman plies his axe, Nor mower whets his scythe, Somewhat it is, sole sojourner on earth, To hear the veery on her oaken perch Ringing her modest trill ''" Sole sound of all the din that makes a world, And I sole ear. Fondly to nestle me in that sweet melody, And own a kindred soul, speaking to me From out the depths of universal being. O'er birch and hazle, through the sultry air, Comes that faint sound this way, On Zephyr borne, straight to my ear. No longer time or place, nor faintest trace Of earth, the landscape's shimmer is my only space, Sole remnant of a world. Anon that throat has done, and familiar sounds Swell strangely on the breeze, the low of cattle, And the novel cries of sturdy swains That plod the neighboring vale ''" And I walk once more confounded a denizen of earth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SKY SINGS by DENISE DUHAMEL THEY WHO PREPARE MY EVENING MEAL BELOW by HENRY DAVID THOREAU GREAT FRIEND by HENRY DAVID THOREAU INDEPENDENCE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU INSPIRATION (2) by HENRY DAVID THOREAU KNOWLEDGE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU MY LIFE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU MY PRAYER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU ON THE SUN COMING OUT IN THE AFTERNOON by HENRY DAVID THOREAU |
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