[00:00.00]Henry David Thoreau - Pray to What Earth Does This Sweet Cold Belong - Gideon Wagner
[00:01.19]Pray To What Earth Does This Sweet Cold Belong
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[00:05.08]By Henry David Thoreau
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[00:09.23]Pray to what earth does this sweet cold belong
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[00:13.38]Which asks no duties and no conscience
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[00:17.45]The moon goes up by leaps her cheerful path
[00:21.58]In some far summer stratum of the sky
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[00:24.95]While stars with their cold shine bedot her way
[00:28.82]The fields gleam mildly back upon the sky
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[00:32.72]And far and near upon the leafless shrubs
[00:36.00]The snow dust still emits a silver light
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[00:39.84]Under the hedge where drift banks are their screen
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[00:43.19]The titmice now pursue their downy dreams
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[00:46.75]As often in the sweltering summer nights
[00:49.91]The bee doth drop asleep in the flower cup
[00:53.58]When evening overtakes him with his load
[00:56.18]By the brook sides in the still genial night
[00:59.29]The more adventurous wanderer may hear
[01:01.92]The crystals shoot and form
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[01:04.51]And winter slow
[01:06.01]Increase his rule by gentlest summer means