Feeding the Flock

For we were nurs'd upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade and rill. -John Milton, Lycidas

Gentle Touch

Ere from the mutilated bower I turned Exulting, rich beyond the wealth of kings, I felt a sense of pain when I beheld The silent trees, and saw the intruding sky.-- Then, dearest Maiden, move along these shades In gentleness of heart; with gentle hand Touch--for there is a spirit in the woods. -William Wordsworth, Nutting, 1800

Evening Silhouette

What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath, everyone, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. -William Shakespeare, What is your substance, whereof are you made, 1609

Shadow Rising

And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you; Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust. -T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land, 1922

Transparent Peaks

Those mountains towering as from waves of flame Around the vaporous sun, from which there came The inmost purple spirit of light, and made Their very peaks transparent. -Percy Bysshe Shelley, Julian and Maddalo (excerpt), 1824

Evening Star

And from this constant light, so regular And so far seen, the House itself, by all Who dwelt within the limits of the vale, Both old and young, was named The Evening Star. -William Wordsworth, A Pastoral Poem, 1800

Birth of the Light

The sky gathered again And the sun grew round that very day. So it must have been after the birth of the simple light -Dylan Thomas, Fern Hill