A Quote by H. G. Dwight on birds, impossibility, life, men, sentimentality, and yielding

And there were times when one yielded quite shamelessly to the sentimental. They were more likely to be times of crickets, I think, than of birds - when it was impossible not to feel, like another essence of the sunlight, the bittersweet of life that lingers about old houses, and places where men have died, and things that forgotten hands have touched.

H. G. Dwight

Source: Gardens and Gardening, Atlantic Monthly, 1912

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