Poverty
Henry David Thoreau
1817 to 1862
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The rich receives in our gross air his birth,
Though his perpetual day feareth no night,
None robs me of my Orient estate.
He did not think it fit his work to shroud.
No armèd ships unto the Indies send,
Mankind may delve, but cannot my wealth spend;
Yon sun is naked, bare of satellite,
If I am poor,
A FRAGMENT
As stars drop down the sky, and tropic beams;
And his perennial summer dreads no cold.
Unless our earth and moon that office hold;
If I no partial wealth appropriate,
The poor man comes direct from heaven to earth,
If God has made me naked and a boor,
It is that I am proud;
As from low suns are slanted golden gleams.