The Apology, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Think me not unkind and rude
That I walk alone...
Think me not unkind and rude
That I walk alone...
WHEN I go up through the mowing field,
The h...
OUT through the fields and the woods
And over...
'Twas in the drowsy Moon of Falling Leaves,
A...
The generous autumn days are come,
The merrie...
Bravely my sweet flower resists
Heat of August...