Found looking for something entirely different, in a Mary Oliver collection

In a story I shall tell later, I bought a stunning etching of "my favorite corner in all the world", as I call Chicago's Michigan and Wacker, from a talented artisan yesterday. I had spotted a Mary Oliver quote on his work-table, and I came home to page through Oliver after Oliver to identify the poem.

While I was frantically searching for the printmaker's quote, this found me. I don't remember having met it, previously, but, oh, it's recognizable now.

Walden, by Mary Oliver

It isn't very far as highways lie.

I might be back by nightfall, having seen

The rough pines, and the stones, and the clear water.

Friends argue that I might be wiser for it.

They do not hear that far-off Yankee whisper:

How dull we grow from hurrying here and there!

Many have gone, and think me half a fool

To miss a day away in the cool country.

Maybe. But in a book I read and cherish,

Going to Walden is not so easy a thing

As a green visit. It is the slow and difficult

Trick of living, and finding it where you are.