Ralph Waldo Emerson in his journal of 26 Apr 1838 writes:

Yesterday afternoon I went to the Cliff with Henry Thoreau. Warm, pleasant, misty weather which the great mountain amphitheatre seemed to drink in with gladness. A crow's voice filled all the miles of air with sound. A bird's voice, even a piping frog, enlivens a solitude and makes world enough for us. At night I went out into the dark and saw a glimmering star and heard a frog, and Nature seemed to say, Well do not these suffice? Here is a new scene, a new experience. Ponder it, Emerson, and not like the foolish world, hanker after thunders and multitudes and vast landscapes, the sea or Niagara.

(cf. RalphWaldoEmerson (5 Aug 2003), ...)

TopicLiterature - TopicPoetry - 2007-04-14

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