The bream poised over its sandy nest on waving fin -- how aboriginal!
So it has poised here and watched its ova before this New World was known to the Old.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 10, 1853
The bream poised over its sandy nest. See November 30, 1858: ("When my eyes first rested on Walden the striped bream was poised in it, though I did not see it...I can only poise my thought there by its side and try to think like a bream for a moment. I can only see the bream in its orbit, as I see a star...The bream, appreciated, floats in the pond as the centre of the system, another image of God. Its life no man can explain more than he can his own.")
The bream poised over its sandy nest. See November 30, 1858: ("When my eyes first rested on Walden the striped bream was poised in it, though I did not see it...I can only poise my thought there by its side and try to think like a bream for a moment. I can only see the bream in its orbit, as I see a star...The bream, appreciated, floats in the pond as the centre of the system, another image of God. Its life no man can explain more than he can his own.")
July 10. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, July 10
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
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