by Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862)

For though the caves were rabitted
Language: English 
For though the caves were rabitted,
   And the well sweeps were slanted,
Each house seemed not inhabited
   But haunted.

The pensive traveller held his way,
   Silent & melancholy,
For every man an ideot was,
   And every house a folly.

Confirmed with Collected Poems of Henry Thoreau: Enlarged Edition, ed. by Carl Bode, the John Hopkins University, 1965, p. 189.


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