As it fell upon a day in the merry month of May, sitting in a pleasant shade which a grove of myrtles made.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
Someone is sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago.
Wax myrtle: The birds love this stuff.
Clearly, any well-kept garden will be a source of pleasure in the summer months; in the bleak urban midwinter, however, there are few activities more likely to energise the spirit than a botanical walk.
The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit.
The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
There is a serene and settled majesty to woodland scenery that enters into the soul and delights and elevates it, and fills it with noble inclinations.
How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
Having contemplated this admirable grove, I proceeded towards the shrubberies on the banks of the river, and though it was now late in December, the aromatic groves appeared in full bloom.