1851 in Thoreau’s Journal:
I seem to be more constantly merged in nature; my intellectual life is more obedient to nature than formerly, but perchance less obedient to spirit. I have less memorable seasons.
1852 in Thoreau’s Journal:
What an ample share of the light of heaven each pond & lake on the surface of the globe enjoys— No woods are so dark & deep but it is light above the pond. Its window or skylight is as broad as its surface. It lies out patent to the sky. From the mt top you may not be able to see out because of the woods—but on the lake you are bathed in light.