She was a sweet, pretty…

She was a sweet, pretty thing and he’d have walked the world over to get her a blade of grass she wanted

THe Secret Garden – Frances Hodgson Burnett

 

 

 

The well

What mystery pervades a well!
That water lives so far –
A neighbor from another world
Residing in a jar

 Poems by Emily Dickinson

My Wife

Trusty, dusky, vivid, true,
With eyes of gold and bramble-dew,
Steel-true and blade-straight,
The great artificer
Made my mate.

Honour, anger, valour, fire;
A love that life could never tire,
Death quench or evil stir,
The mighty master
Gave to her.

Teacher, tender, comrade, wife,
A fellow-farer true through life,
Heart-whole and soul-free
The august father
Gave to me.

My Wife by Robert Louis Stevenson

The Bridge

 

I stood on the bridge at midnight,

As the clocks were striking the hour,

And the moon rose o’er the city,

Behind the dark church-tower.

I saw her bright reflection

In the waters under me,

Like a golden goblet falling

And sinking into the sea.

The Bridge By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And the secret garden bloomed

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And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.

The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett

The Secret Garden

 

If you look the right way, you can see that whole world is a garden.

The Secret Garden – Frances Hodgson Burnett

The Nightingale

 

 

‘You precious little golden bird, sing, sing! I have loaded you with precious stones, and even hung my own golden slipper round your neck; sing, I tell you, sing!’

But the bird stood silent; there was nobody to wind it up, so of course it could not go.

The Nightingale