“I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.”
Emily Bronte (1818-1848).

“Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.”
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

“A bird appears a thoughtless thing…
No doubt he has his little cares,
And very hard he often fares,
The which so patiently he bears.”
Charles Lamb (1775-1834)

“No, the heart that has truly lov’d never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close;
As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which she turn’d when he rose.”
Thomas Moore (1780-1852)

“We often despise what is most useful to us.” Aesop.