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1854·Walden Pond, Massachusetts, USA
I am no more lonely than the loon in the pond that laughs so loud, or than Walden Pond itself. I am no more lonely than a single mullein or dandelion in a pasture, or a bean leaf, or a housefly, or a bumblebee. I am no more lonely than the Mill Brook, or a weathercock, or the north star, or the south wind, or an April shower, or a January thaw, or the first spider in a new house.
In my walks I would fain return to my senses. What business have I in the woods, if I am thinking of something out of the woods?
Methinks that the moment my legs begin to move, my thoughts begin to flow.
Matsuo Bashō·1686An old silent pond. A frog jumps into the pond — splash! Silence again.
Walt Whitman·1855I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
William Wordsworth·1807I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o'er vales and hills, when all at once I saw a crowd, a host, of golden daffodils.
