Quotes About Nature

With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain

chubby daffodil.

How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn't care about Careers And Exigencies never fears

When bumble-bees in solemn flight

To subdue the bumble-bee!

When roses cease to bloom, dear

Split the lark and you'll find the music

The meteor of birds

I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the Wren, and my Hair is bold, like the Chestnut Bur – and my eyes, like the Sherry in the Glass, that the Guest leaves

It's all I have to bring today It's all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fields— And all the meadows wide— Be sure you count—should I forget Some one the sum could tell— This, and my heart, and all the Bees Which in the Clover dwell.

I have not told my garden yet, Lest that should conquer me; I have not quite the strength now To break it to the bee.

This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me - That simple News that Nature told - With tender Majesty - Her Message is committed To Hands I cannot see - For love of Her - Sweet - countrymen - Judge tenderly - of Me

His gait was soundless, like the bird

Cherries suit robins;

The motions of the dipping birds

And dip your fingers in the frost:

Cada uno de los seres que perdemos algo nuestro se lleva, aunque dejándonos como un cuarto menguante y en las noches mas turbias va a recibir lo mismo que la luna la llamada fatal de las mareas.

Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns

So unsuspected violets Within the fields lie low, Too late for striving fingers That passed, an hour ago.

Weeds triumphant ranged

And then to dwell in sovereign barns, And dream the days away,— The grass so little has to do, I wish I were the hay!

A snake is summer's treason

The silence like an ocean rolled, And broke against my ear.

Perché nasca una prateria, bastano un trifoglio, un'ape e un sogno. E se non ci sono le api e il trifoglio, può bastare anche il sogno.