Life Seems Like A Haunted Wood, Where

The Bright Incarnate Spirit Of The Morn.

Doth Nature Draw Me, 'tis Because, Unto My Seeming, There Doth Lurk A Lawlessness About Her Laws, More Mood Than Purpose In Her Work.

There Is No Gardening Without Humility

Falling Stars Are High Examples Sent To Warn, Not Lure. Gross Fancy Says They Are Substantial Meteors; But That Is Not So. They Are The Merest Phantasies Of Night, When She's Asleep, And, Dimly Visited By Past Effects, She Dreams Of Lucifer Hurled Out Of Heaven.

Alfred Austin Said, "show Me Your Garden And I Shall Tell You What You Are."