Ralph Waldo Emerson writes to Thomas Carlyle:
One reader and friend of yours dwells now in my house—and, as I hope, for a twelvemonth to come,—Henry Thoreau,—a poet whom you may one day be proud of—a noble manly youth full of melodies & inventions. We work together by day in my garden, & I grow well & strong.
(The Correspondence of Emerson and Carlyle, 300)
