Thoreau writes his poem “A Shrike” in his journal:
Warbles with might and main
The fearless shrike, as all agog
To find in fog his gain.
His steady sails he never furls
At any time o’ Year,
And, perched now on Winter’s curls,
He whistles in his ear.
Warbles with might and main
The fearless shrike, as all agog
To find in fog his gain.
His steady sails he never furls
At any time o’ Year,
And, perched now on Winter’s curls,
He whistles in his ear.
