Page:Poems of nature, Thoreau, 1895.djvu/127

 THE RESPECTABLE FOLKS

respectable folks,—

Where dwell they?

They whisper in the oaks,

And they sigh in the hay;

Summer and winter, night and day,

Out on the meadow, there dwell they.

They never die,

Nor snivel, nor cry,

Nor ask our pity

With a wet eye.

A sound estate they ever mend,

To every asker readily lend;

To the ocean wealth,

To the meadow health,