With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
To begin, begin.
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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