The reflections grow more distinct every moment. At last the outline of the hill is as distinct below as above. And every object appears rhymed by reflection. Maple in the swamp answers to maple, birch to birch.
At this season the reflections of deciduous trees are more remarkable than when they are in leaf, because, the branches being seen, they make with their reflections a more wonderful rhyme. It is not mere mass or outline corresponding to outline but a kind of geometrical figure.
My nature may be as still as this water, but it is not so pure, and its reflections are not so distinct.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, April 11, 1852
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