"I met her in the greenest dells, where dew drops pearl the wood blue bells; the lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye, the bee kissed and went singing by, a sunbeam found a passage there, a gold chain round her neck so fair; as secret as the wild bee's song she lay there all the summer long." -John Clare
"i am - yet what I am, none cares or knows: my friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes - they rise and vanish in oblivious host, like shadows in love's frenzied stiffl throes and yet I am, and live-like vapours tort into the nothingness of scorn and noise, into the living sea of waking dreams, where there is neither sense of life or joys, but the vast shipwreck of my life's esteem; even the dearest that I love the best are strange-nay, rather, stranger than the rest.
"And you wait, keep waiting for that one thing which would infinitely enrich your life: the powerful, uniquely uncommon, the awakening of dormant stones, depths that would reveal you to yourself." - Rainer Maria Rilke
"in a field by the river, my love and I did stand, and on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weir; but I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears." -W. B. Yeats [the photo taken on 2nd November at the village].
"Down by the Salley gardens my love and I did meet; she passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; but I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree." - W. B. Yeats [I went to my garden and seen the rose just declared its advent]