“when breezes are soft and skies are fair,
I steal and hour from study and care,
and hie me away to the woodland scene,
where wanders the stream with waters of green,
as if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink
had given their stain to the waves they drink;
and they, who’s meadows it murmurs through,
have named the stream from its own fair hue.
while o’er them the vine to its thicket clings,
and the zephyr stoops to freshen his wings,
I wish that fate had left me free,
to wander these quiet haunts with thee,
till the eating cares of earth should depart,
and the peace of the scene pass into my heart;
and I envy thy stream, as it glides along,
through its beautiful banks in a trans of song.”
Thank you, Lauren, for inviting me to join your afternoon of exploration and play! It was such a breath of fresh air... quite literally.