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Darkness comes out of the earth
And swallows dip into the pallor of the west;
The night-stock oozes scent,
And a moon-blue moth goes flittering by;
A single star in a veil of light
Glimmers...
D.H. Lawrence
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| The Quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping,
Little jets of sunlight-texture imitating flame;
Above them, exultant, the pee-wits are sweeping:
They are lords of the desolate wastes of sadness their screamings proclaim.
Rabbits, handfuls of brown earth, lie
Low-rounded on the mournful grass they have bitten down to the quick.
Are they asleep?—Are they alive?—Now see, when I
Move my arms the hill bursts and heaves under their spurting kick.
The common flaunts bravely; but below, from the rushes
Crowds of glittering king-cups surge to challenge the blossoming bushes;
There the lazy streamlet pushes
Its curious course mildly; here it wakes again, leaps, laughs, and gushes.
Into a deep pond, an old sheep-dip,
Dark, overgrown with willows, cool, with the brook ebbing through so slow....
D.H. Lawrence
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| There is no spot of ground, however arid, bare and ugly, that cannot be tamed into such a state as may give an impression of beauty and delight."
Gertrude Jekyll
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| Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
Walter de la Mare
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| The night will never stay,
The night will still go by,
Though with a million stars
You pin it to the sky,
Though you bind it with the blowing wind
And buckle it with the moon,
The night will slip away
Like sorrow or a tune.
Eleanor Farjeon
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| I like the fall,
The mist and all.
I like the night owl's
Lonely call -
And wailing sound
Of wind around.
I like the gray
November day,
And bare, dead boughs
That coldly sway
Against my pane.
I like the rain.
I like to sit
And laugh at it -
And tend
My cozy fire a bit.
I like the fall -
The mist and all -
Dixie Willson
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| Into my heart's treasury
I slipped a coin
That time cannot take
Nor thief purloin;
Oh, better than the minting
Of a gold-crowned king
Is the safe-kept memory
Of a lovely thing.
Sara Teasdale
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| While life is at the springtime,
I shall garner many things~
The song that in the morning
A joyous redbird sings;
The perfume of the lilacs
That the sighing south wind brings;
The softly silken shimmer
Of a field of young green corn;
The web a spider stretches
All dew-wet upon the thorn;
Long, slanting, lacy shadows
And the grass which they adorn.
Edith Tatum
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| In the morning, very early,
That's the time I love to go
Barefoot where the fern grows curly
And the grass is cool between each toe,
On a summer morning-O!
On a summer morning!
That is when the birds go by
Up the sunny slopes of air,
And each rose has a butterfly
Or a golden bee to wear;
And I am glad in every toe-
Such a summer morning-O!
Such a summer morning!
Rachel Field
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