Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TALL AMBROSIA, by HENRY DAVID THOREAU


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First Line: Among the signs of autumn I perceive
Last Line: For what old crime of theirs I do not gather
Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Weeds; Fall


Among the signs of autumn I perceive
The Roman wormwood (called by learned men
Ambrosia elatior, food for gods, --
For to impartial science the humblest weed
Is as immortal once as the proudest flower --)
Sprinkles its yellow dust over my shoes
As I cross the now neglected garden
-- We trample under foot the food of gods
& spill their nectar in each drop of dew --
My honest shoes Fast friends that never stray
far from my couch thus powdered countryfied
Bearing many a mile the marks of their adventure
At the post-house disgrace the Gallic gloss
Of those well dressed ones who no morning dew
Nor Roman wormwood ever have been through
Who never walk but are transported rather --
For what old crime of theirs I do not gather





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