“The soul that sees beauty, may sometimes walk alone.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify by their own lonesome familiarity to this feeling.”
Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
A vi’let on the meadow grew, That no one saw, that no one knew…” Goethe—The Violet.
A red sky at night sailor’s delight. A red sky morning, sailor’s warning.
Scooping up a tiny salamander with care.
Careful! I just got stitches.
The softened light, the veiling haze,
The calm repose of autumn days,
Steal gently o’er the troubled breast,
Soothing life’s weary cares to rest.
~Phebe A. Holder, “A Song of October,” in The Queries Magazine, October 1890
“Each sunshine-moment twinkles by
A white-winged, wandering butterfly…”
~W.T., “Honeymoon Cottage,” Chambers’s Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Arts, 1862 June 28th
“Just living is not enough,” said the butterfly, “one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower.” Hans Christian Andersen
“Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.” Nathaniel Hawthorne