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The Garden Is In Mourning; The Rain Falls Cool Among The Flowers.
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The garden is in mourning;
The rain falls cool among the flowers.
Summer shivers quietly
On its way towards its end.
Golden leaf after leaf
Falls from the tall acacia.
Summer smiles, astonished, feeble,
In this dying dream of a garden.
For a long while, yet, in the roses,
She will linger on, yearning for peace,
And slowly
Close her weary eyes.
-- Hermann Hesse, "September"
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So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf to make an apple pie
and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street pops its head into the shop....
So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf to make an apple pie
and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street pops its head into the shop....
Her suffering ended with the day, Yet lived she at its close, And breathed the long, long night away In statue-like repose.
-- James Aldrich (1810-1856) -- A Death-Bed...
Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain.
Henry David Thoreau...
I am going a long way With these thou seest--if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)-- To the island-valley of Avilio
Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly...
Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go.
It followed her through rain or snow, lightning, sleet or hail....