Take of English flowers these—
Spring's full-faced primroses,
Summer's wild wide-hearted rose,
Autumn's wall-flower of the close,
These shall cleanse and purify
Webbed and inward-turning eye ;
These shall show thee treasure hid,
Thy familiar fields amid.
Rudyard Kipling.
"To own a worked flint, a bell-yoke, or an adze-cut beam is to
come into direct touch with the one who fashioned it."
Barclay Wills: "Bypaths in Downland."
Thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Keats: Ode to a Nightingale.