IN vain I see the morning rise, <br />In vain observe the western blaze, <br />Who idly look to other skies, <br />Expecting life by other ways. <br /> <br />Amidst such boundless wealth without, <br />I only still am poor within, <br />The birds have sung their summer out, <br />But still my spring does not begin. <br /> <br />Shall I then wait the autumn wind, <br />Compelled to seek a milder day, <br />And leave no curious nest behind, <br />No woods still echoing to my lay?<br /><br />Henry David Thoreau<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poet-s-delay/
