Burning bright
August 26, 2020 by Leave a Comment
Photo by Richard Fogg
When the stars threw down their spears
And water’d heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Tyger tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
~ William Blake
Joy of silence or sound
February 16, 2020 by Leave a Comment
Photo by Richard Fogg
Pleasures lie thickest where no pleasures seem:
There’s not a leaf that falls upon the ground
But holds some joy of silence or of sound,
Some spirits begotten of a summer dream.
~ Laman Blanchard.
One lonely hour
November 14, 2019 by Leave a Comment
Photo by Richard Fogg
When insect wings are glistening in the beam
Of the low sun, and mountain-tops are bright,
Oh, let me, by the crystal valley-stream,
Wander amid the mild and mellow light;
And while the redbreast pipes his evening lay,
Give me one lonely hour to hymn the setting day.
~ William Cullen Bryant.
