Wildness

The apples lie scattered everywhere, each under its tree.

There is in my nature, methinks, a singular yearning toward all
wildness.

The bristling burdock, the sweet scented catnip, and the humble yarrow, planted themselves along his woodland road, they too seeking "freedom to worship God" in their way.

What would we not give for some great poem to read now, which would be in harmony with the scenery, --for if men read aright, methinks they would never read anything but poems.

We are sometimes made aware of a kindness long passed, and realize that there have been times when our friend's thoughts of us were of so pure and lofty a character that they passed over us like the winds of heaven unnoticed; when they treated us not as what we were, but
as what we aspired to be.

I love the wild not less than the good...

{Words by Henry David Thoreau}