on this height
overlooking the pond,
and study the dimpling circles
incessantly inscribed
and again erased
on the smooth
and otherwise invisible surface
and otherwise invisible surface
amid the reflected skies!
The reflected sky is a deeper blue.
How beautiful that over this vast expanse
every disturbance is gently smoothed away
as the trembling circles seek the shore
and all is smooth again.
Not a fish can leap or an insect fall
but it is reported in lines of beauty,
in circling dimples,
as if it were
the constant welling up of its fountain,
the gentle pulsing of its life,
the heaving of its
breast.
The thrills of joy and those of pain are indistinguishable.
How sweet the phenomena of the lake!
Everything that moves on its surface
produces a sparkle.
produces a sparkle.
The motion of an oar or an insect
produces a flash of
light;
and if an oar falls,
how sweet the echo!
The peaceful pond!
How distinctly each thing in nature is marked!
H.D. Thoreau, Journal, September 20, 1852
Sept. 20. The smooth sumachs are turning conspicuously and generally red, apparently from frost, and here and there is a whole maple tree red, about water. In some hollows in sprout-lands, the grass and ferns are crisp and brown from frost. I suppose it is the Aster undulatus, or variable aster, with a large head of middle-sized blue flowers. The Viola sagittata has blossomed again. The Galium circcezans (?) still, and narrow-leaved johnswort.
On Heywood's Peak by Walden. — The surface is not perfectly smooth, on account of the zephyr, and the reflections of the woods are a little indistinct and blurred. How soothing to sit on a stump on this height, over looking the pond, and study the dimpling circles which are incessantly inscribed and again erased on the smooth and otherwise invisible surface, amid the reflected skies! The reflected sky is of a deeper blue. How beautiful that over this vast expanse there can be no disturbance, but it is thus at once gently smoothed away and assuaged, as, when a vase of water is jarred, the trembling circles seek the shore and all is smooth again ! Not a fish can leap or an insect fall on it but it is reported in lines of beauty, in circling dimples, as it were the constant welling up of its fountain, the gentle pulsing of its life, the heaving of its breast. The thrills of joy and those of pain are indistinguishable. How sweet the phenomena of the lake! Everything that moves on its surface produces a sparkle. The peaceful pond! The works of men shine as in the spring. The motion of an oar or an insect produces a flash of light; and if an oar falls, how sweet the echo ! The groundsel and hieracium down is in the air. The golden plover, they say, has been more than usually plenty here this year. Droves of cattle have for some time been coming down from up-country. How distinctly each thing in nature is marked! as the day by a little yellow sunlight, so that the sluggard cannot mistake it.
Sept. 20. The smooth sumachs are turning conspicuously and generally red, apparently from frost, and here and there is a whole maple tree red, about water. In some hollows in sprout-lands, the grass and ferns are crisp and brown from frost. I suppose it is the Aster undulatus, or variable aster, with a large head of middle-sized blue flowers. The Viola sagittata has blossomed again. The Galium circcezans (?) still, and narrow-leaved johnswort.
On Heywood's Peak by Walden. — The surface is not perfectly smooth, on account of the zephyr, and the reflections of the woods are a little indistinct and blurred. How soothing to sit on a stump on this height, over looking the pond, and study the dimpling circles which are incessantly inscribed and again erased on the smooth and otherwise invisible surface, amid the reflected skies! The reflected sky is of a deeper blue. How beautiful that over this vast expanse there can be no disturbance, but it is thus at once gently smoothed away and assuaged, as, when a vase of water is jarred, the trembling circles seek the shore and all is smooth again ! Not a fish can leap or an insect fall on it but it is reported in lines of beauty, in circling dimples, as it were the constant welling up of its fountain, the gentle pulsing of its life, the heaving of its breast. The thrills of joy and those of pain are indistinguishable. How sweet the phenomena of the lake! Everything that moves on its surface produces a sparkle. The peaceful pond! The works of men shine as in the spring. The motion of an oar or an insect produces a flash of light; and if an oar falls, how sweet the echo ! The groundsel and hieracium down is in the air. The golden plover, they say, has been more than usually plenty here this year. Droves of cattle have for some time been coming down from up-country. How distinctly each thing in nature is marked! as the day by a little yellow sunlight, so that the sluggard cannot mistake it.
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