Hence in solitude, or in that deserted state when we are surrounded by human beings, and yet they sympathize not with us, we love the flowers, the grass, and the waters, and the sky. In the motion of the very leaves of spring, in the blue air, there is then found a secret correspondence with our heart.
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;—
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
~ William Wordsworth
عمري مش تلاتين
ولا أربعين ولا حتى خمسين
عمري بيكبر وبيصغر مع كل كلمة حنين
أو كلمة قسوة تخلي القلب حزين
صلاح جاهين ~
