Rise free from care before the dawn,
and seek adventures.
Let the noon find thee by other lakes,
and the night overtake thee
everywhere at home.
There are no larger fields than these,
no worthier games
than may here be played.
Grow wild according to thy nature,
like these sedges and brakes,
which will never become English hay.
Let the thunder rumble; what if
it threaten ruin to farmers’ crops?
That is not its errand to thee.
Take shelter under the cloud, while they flee
to carts and sheds.
Let not to get a living be thy trade,
but thy sport.
Enjoy the land, but own it not.
Through want of enterprise
and faith men are where they are,
buying and selling, and spending
their lives like serfs.
(About “A Year in Walden”)