Upon the hilltop, The view is pure, Mellow sun-drenched, As time to endure, In these moments, still, It grants me to know What it means to live, When all life flows slow.

The clouds float by, In a dreamy sky, Here within, my spirit, Breathes softly—why Should I hurry on, When peace fills me thus, In nature’s embrace, A feeling of trust?

• Henry David Thoreau