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George Willis Cooke, comp.  The Poets of Transcendentalism: An Anthology.  1903.
The Inward Morning
By Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
PACKED in my mind lie all the clothes
  Which outward nature wears,
And in its fashion’s hourly change
  It all things else repairs.
In vain I look for change abroad,        5
  And can no difference find,
Till some new ray of peace uncalled
  Illumes my inmost mind.
What is it gilds the trees and clouds,
  And paints the heavens so gay,        10
But yonder fast-abiding light
  With its unchanging ray?
Lo, when the sun streams through the wood,
  Upon a winter’s morn,
Where’er his silent beams intrude        15
  The murky night is gone.
How could the patient pine have known
  The morning breeze would come,
Or humble flowers anticipate
  The insect’s noonday hum,—        20
Till the new light with morning cheer
  From far streamed through the aisles,
And nimbly told the forest trees
  For many stretching miles?
I ’ve heard, within my inmost soul,        25
  Such cheerful morning news,
In the horizon of my mind
  Have seen such orient hues,
As in the twilight of the dawn,
  When the first birds awake,        30
Are heard within some silent wood,
  Where they the small twigs break,
Or in the eastern skies are seen,
  Before the sun appears,
The harbinger of summer heats,        35
  Which from afar he bears.

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