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season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
- John Keats
- John Keats
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Loveliest of Trees / A. E. Housman
Loveliest of Trees / A. E. Housman
“spring!...spring!.spring!”
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.~ T. S. Eliot
Dull roots with spring rain.~ T. S. Eliot
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower – but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is Flower in the Crannied Wall / Alfred Lord Tennyson
Little flower – but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is Flower in the Crannied Wall / Alfred Lord Tennyson
From the meadow your walks have left so sweet
That whenever a March-wind sighs
He sets the jewelprint of your feet
In violets blue as your eyes,
To the woody hollows in which we meet And the valleys of Paradise. -----------Alfred Lord Tennyson
To the woody hollows in which we meet And the valleys of Paradise. -----------Alfred Lord Tennyson
So this is Christmas and what have you done
Another year over, a new one just begun
Another year over, a new one just begun
“deep night In the snowy Garden
