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.
Researcher for this page: Yuan Yi Zhu
Text Authorship:
- by Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862) [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Donald Crockett (b. 1951), "For though the caves were rabitted", 1981 [high voice and piano], from The Pensive Traveller, no. 2. [text not verified]
Researcher for this page: Yuan Yi Zhu
This text was added to the website: 2013-06-26
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Word count: 39