SPRING. 
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contala, we read of “ rills dyed yellow with the golden 
dust of the lotus.” And so the seasons went rolling on 
into summer, as one rambles into higher and higher 
grass. 
Thus was my first year’s life in the woods completed 5 
and the second year was similar to it. I finally left 
Walden September 6 th, 1847. 
