… Then blow, Winds, blow!
And rave and shriek,
And snarl and snow
Till your breath grows weak–
While here in my room
I’m as snugly shut
As a glad little worm
In the heart of a nut!
~James Whitcomb Riley
“… His suit is Quaker brown and gray,
With darker patches at his throat;
And yet of all the well-dressed throng
Not one can sing so brave a song …”
~Henry Van Dyke
“We fear to trust our wings. We plume and feather them, but dare not throw our weight upon them. We cling too often to the perch.” ~Charles Newcomb Baxter
“The time of the falling leaves has come again. Once more in our morning walk we tread upon carpets of gold and crimson, of brown and bronze, woven by the winds or the rains out of these delicate textures while we slept.” ~John Burroughs