And that is the way with love.
Speak only when you cannot help it.
However strange and vibrant the sound.
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
So beneficial is exposure to the natural world that a new global movement has arisen to declare access to nature a human right.
I’ll lean upon her breast and I’ll whisper in her ear
That I cannot get a wink o’sleep for thinking of my dear;
I hunger at my meat and I daily fade away
Like the hedge rose that is broken in the heat of the day.
Andrew tells us . there will be . all the usual . English songbirds . bluetits . robins . blackbirds . and the rest . but also . a backdrop . of seabirds . which is unique . and there will be . a sense of space
One of those days when the grain of a wooden table
seems more certain, as if ordained, when gravity feels
Beautiful natural blossoms,
Pure delicate body,
You stand without trembling.
Little mist of fallen starlight,
Perfect, beyond my reach
Charlotte Turner Smith: On Being Cautioned Against Walking on an Headland Overlooking the Sea, Because It Was Frequented by a Lunatic
In moody sadness, on the giddy brink,
I see him more with envy than fear
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