Look at the stars! Look, look up at the skies!Oh look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Source: The Nordic Light
Contributed by: ingebrita
Degged with dew, dappled with dew Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through, Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern, And the headbonny ash that sits over the burn.
Contributed by: Zaady
What would the world be, once bereft Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left, O Let them be left, wildness and wet: Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.
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