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—fromWalden（Chapter2）
HenryDavidThoreau
[1]WhenfirstItookupmyabodeihatis，begantospendmynightsaswellasdaysthere，which，byat，wasonIndependenceDay，ortheFourthofJuly，1845，myhousewasnotfinishedforwiwasmerelyadefetherain，withoutplasteringorey，thewallsbeingh，weather-stainedboards，withwideks，whichmadeitight.Theuprightwhitehewnstudsandfreshlyplaneddoorandwindowgsgaveitadairylook，espethem，whenitstimbersweresaturatedwithdew，sothatIfabygumwouldexudefromtheTomyimaginatiohroughoutthedaymoreorlessofthisauroralcharacter，remindingmeofahouseonamountainwhichIhadvisitedayearbefore.Thiswasanairyandunplastered，fittoeravellinggod，andwhereagoddessmighttrailhergarments.Thewindswhichpassedovermydwellingweresuchassweepesofmouhebrokenstraiialpartsorialmusic.Themwindforeverblows，thepoemofisued;butfewaretheearsthathearit.Olympusisbuttheoutsideoftheeartheverywhere.
[2]TheonlyhouseIhadbeentheownerofbefore，ifIexceptaboat，wasatent，whichIusedoallywhenmakingexsinthesummer，andthisisstillrolledupihebfromhandtohand，hasgohestreamoftime.Withthismoresubstaeraboutme，Ihadmadesresstowardsettlihisframe，soslightlyclad，wasasortofcrystallizationaroundme，ahebuilder.Itwassuggestivesomeioutlines.Ididogooutdoorstotaketheair，fortheatmospherewithinhadlostsfreshwasnotsomudoorsasbehindadoorwhereIsat，eveweather.TheHarivansasays，“Abirdsislikeameatwithoutseasoning.”
Suyabode，forIfoundmyselfsuddeothebirds;notbyhavingimprisohavingcagedmyselfheIwasnotoosomeofthosewhiohegardenandtheorchard，buttothosesmallerahrilliheforestwhiever，orrarely，serenadeavillager—thewoodthrush，theveery，thesager，thefieldsparrow，thewhip-poor-will，andmanyothers.
[3]Iwasseatedbytheshoreofasmallpond，aboutamileandahalfsouthofthevillageofdsomewhathigherthanit，iofaeweenthattownandLindabouttwomilessouthofthatouronlyfieldknowntofame，cordBattleGround;butIoodsthattheoppositeshore，halfamileoff，liketherest，coveredasmymostdistanthorizoweek，wheneverIlookedoutoimpressedmelikeatarnhighuponthesideofamountain，itsbottomfarabovethesurfaceofotherlakes，and，asthesunarose，Isawitthrowingoffitsnightlyist，ahere，bydegrees，itssoftripplesoritssmsurfacewasrevealed，whilethemists，likeghosts，werestealthilywithdrawiionintothewoods，asatthebreakingupofsomenoalticle.Theverydewseemedtohangupoerihanusual，asonthesidesofmountains.
[4]Thissmalllakewasofmostvalueasaneighboriervalsofageust，when，bothairandwaterbeiill，buttheskyovercast，mid-afternoonhadalltheserenityofevening，ahrushsangaround，andwasheardfromshoretoshore.Alakelikethisisherthanatsuchatime;aionoftheairaboveitbeing，shallowanddarkenedbyclouds，thewater，fulloflightaions，beesalowerheavenitselfsomuportant.Fromahill-topnearby，wherethewoodhadbeeoff，thereleasingvistasouthwardacrossthephawideiioninthehillswhitheshorethere，wheretheiroppositesidesslopingtowardeachestedastreamflowingoutinthatdirethroughawoodedvalley，butstreamtherewaswayIlookedbetweeheosomedistantandhigherohehorizohblue.IandingontiptoeIcouldcatchaglimpseofsomeofthepeaksofthestillblueramesihwest，thosetrueblueheaven’sownmint，andalsoofsomeportionofthevillage.Butiiohispoint，Iotseeoverorbeyondthewoodswhie.Itiswelltohavesomewaterinyhborhood，togivebuoyandfloattheearth.Ohesmallestwellis，thatwhenyoulookintoityouseethatearthisnottbutinsular.ThisisasimportantasthatitkeepsbutterIlookedacrossthepondfromthispeaktowardtheSudburymeadows，whitimeoffloodIdistiedperhapsbyamirageihingvalley，likeaabasihbeyondthepondappearedlikeathinsulatedandfloatedevenbythissmallsheetwater，andIwasremihisonasbutdryland.
[5]Thoughtheviewfrommydoorwasstillmoretracted，Ididnotfeelcrowdedoredihereastureenination.ThelolateautowhichtheoppositeshorearosestretchedarairiesoftheWestaartary，affampleroomforalltherovingfamiliesofmen.“Therearenonehappyintheworldbutbeingswhoehorizon”
—saidDamodara，whenhisherdsrequiredneastures.
[6]Bothpladtimewereged，ahosepartsoftheuhoseerasinhistorywhichhadmostattractedme.WhereIlivedwasasfaroffasmanyaregiolybyastrotoimaginerareaableplaoteaialerofthesystem，behiellationofCassiopeia’sChair，farfromurbance.Idiscoveredthatmyhouseactuallyhaditssiteinsuchawithdrawn，butforevernerofaoftheuwereworththewhiletosettleishePleiadesortheHyades，toAldebaranorAltair，thehere，orataehelifewhichIhadleftbehind，dwiwinklingwithasfihbor，andtobeseenonlyisbyhiSuchartofwhereIhadsquatted:
“Thereherdthatdidlive，
Ahoughtsashigh
&hemountswhereonhisflocks
Didhourlyfeedhimby.”
Whatshouldwethinkoftheshepherd’slifeifhisflocksalwayswaohigherpasturesthanhisthoughts?
[7]EverymwasacheerfulinvitationtomakemylifeofequalsimplidImaysayihNatureherself.IhavebeenassincereaworshipperofAuroraastheGreeks.Igotupearlyahepond;thatwasareligiousexerdohingswhichIdid.TheysaythatcharacterswereehebathingtubofKingTgtothiseffeewthyselfpletelyeachday;doitagain，andagain，andfain.”
Iderstandthat.Msbacktheheroicages.Iwasasmuchaffectedbythefainthumofamosquitomakingitsinvisibleandunimagihroughmyapartmedaassittingwithdoorandwindowsopen，asIcouldbebyaeversawasHomer’srequiem;itselfanIliadaheair，singingitsownwrathaherewassomethingicalaboutit;asta，tillforbiddeingvigorayoftheworld.Them，whichisthemostmemorableseasonoftheday，istheawakeninghour.Thesomnolenus;andforanhour，atleast，somepartofusawakeswhichslumbersalltherestofthedayandnight.Littleistobeexpectedofthatday，ifitbecalledaday，towhichwearenotawakenedbyenius，butbythemeudgingsofsomeservitor，arenotawakenedbyourownnewlyacquiredfordaspirationsfromaheundulatioialmusisteadoffactorybells，andafragrangtheair—toahigherlifethanfrom;andthusthedarksfruit，aobegood，helight.Thatmabelievethateatainsanearlier，moresadauroralhourthaprofaned，hasdespairedoflife，andispursuingadesddarkeningartialofhissensuouslife，thesoulansrather，arereinvigoratedeadhisGeniustriesagainwhatmake.Allmemorableevents，Ishouldsay，transpireinmtimeandinamatmosphere.TheVedassay，“Allintelligehe”
Poetryandart，aandmostmemorableoftheaen，datefromsuhour.Allpoetsandheroes，likeMemheofAurora，aheirmusirise.Tohimwhoseelastidvightkeepspacewiththesun，thedayisaperpetualItmattersnotwhattheclockssayortheattitudesandlaborsofmen.MiswhenIamawakeandthereisadawninme.Moralreformistheefforttothrowoffsleep.Whyisitthatmengivesopooranatoftheirdayiftheyhavenotbeeheyarenotsuchpoorcalculators.Iftheyhadnotbeehdrowsiheyerformedsomething.Themillionsareawakeenoughforphysicallabor;butonlyoneinamillionisawakeenoughforeffetellectualexertion，onlyoneinahundredmillionstoapoetielife.Tobeawakeistobealive.Ihaveamanwhowasquiteawake.HowcouldIhavelookedhimintheface?
[8]Wemustlearntoreaourselvesawake，notbymeicalaids，butbyaionofthedawn，whiotforsakeusinoursousleep.Iknowofnomfatheuioyofmaehislifebyasdeavor.Itissomethiopaintaparticularpicture，ortocarveastatue，andsotomakeafewobjectsbeautiful;butitisfarmlorioustodpaimosphereahroughhichmorallywedo.Toaffectthequalityoftheday，thatisthehighestofarts.Everymaomakehislife，eveniails，worthyoftheplationofhismostelevatedandcriticalhour.Ifwerefused，orratherusedup，suchpaltryinformatioheoracleswoulddistinushowthismightbedone.
[9]IwenttothewoodsbecauseIwishedtolivedeliberately，tofrontoialfactsoflife，andseeifIotlearnwhatithadtoteaot，wheodie，discoverthatIhadnotlived.Ididnotwishtolivewhatwasnotlife，livingissodear;nordidIwishtopractiseresignatiowasquitenecessary.Iwaolivedeepandsuckoutallthemarrowoflife，tolivesosturdilyandSpartaoputtoroutallthatwasabroadswathaodrivelifeintoadreduceittoitslowestterms，and，ifitprovedtobemeathewholeandgenui，andpublishitsmeaheworld;orifitweresublime，toknowitbyexperiendbeabletogiveatrueayexostmeome，areinastrayaboutit，whetheritisofthedevilod，ahastilycludedthatitisthedlodandenjoyhimforever.”
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