Subtle Subtle A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:Its lovliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bower quiet for us, and a sleepFull of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. – John Keats (1795 – 1821)
Luminous Luminous O solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,—Nature’s observatory—whence the dell,Its flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell… – John Keats (1795 – 1821)
Heritage Heritage For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.– William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850)
Moonlight Moonlight The mind can ask all the questions on the meaning of life.But it cannot answer one of them, for the answers are beyond the mind.– Marianne Fredriksson (1927 – 2007)
Morn Morn Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference.– Robert Frost (1874 – 1963)
