“How sweet the harmonies of the afternoon! The Blackbird sings along the sunny breeze His ancient song of leaves, and summer boon; Rich breath of hayfields streams thro' whispering trees; And birds of morning trim their bustling wings, And listen fondly--while the Blackbird sings.” SongMorningRichTreeSweetSummerBirdHarmonyBreathsWingsAncientStreamsAfternoonBreezeSunnyWhisperingBoonBlackbirds Book:Days and Hours Source: Days and Hours
“Tis not for golden eloquence I pray, A godlike tongue to move a stony heart-- Methinks it were full well to be apart In solitary uplands far away, Betwixt the blossoms of a rosy spray, Dreaming upon the wonderful sweet face Of Nature, in a wild and pathless place.” WellsHeartDreamFacesMovingWonderfulSweetPrayingSolitudeTongueGoldenFar AwaySolitaryI PrayEloquenceSprayGodlikeRosySweet Face Author:Frederick Tennyson