Page:Poems of nature, Thoreau, 1895.djvu/115

Rh To their retreat

I track the feet

Of mice that eat

The apple's root.

The snow-dust falls,

The otter crawls,

The partridge calls,

Far in the wood.

The traveller dreams,

The tree-ice gleams,

The blue-jay screams

In angry mood.

The willows droop,

The alders stoop,