Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There like a bird it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings ; And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Such was that happy garden-state, While man there walked without a mate : After a place so pure and sweet, What other help could yet be meet! But 'twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there : Two paradises 'twere in one To live in Paradise alone.
How well the skillful gard'ner drew Of flowers and herbs this dial new ; Where from above the milder sun Does through a fragrant zodiac run ; And, as it works, th' industrious bee Computes its time as well as we. How could such sweet and wholesome hours Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers!
Just beautiful as usual. Thank you for the BDwishesand spunky got to lick our ice cream bowls. And somehow a kittle piece of cake dropped on the floor.
a wonderful set of images Prospero ! love all
ReplyDeleteof them! have a lovely weekend ! bisous
Beautiful botanical mystery tour!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful rapsody! The photo with the raindrops is delighful!
ReplyDeleteHave a great weekend:)
I love them. they are alive!
ReplyDeleteThe pics look so different this time. The first pix is really appealing! I like how each object is wonderfully emphasised.
ReplyDeleteJust so pretty. But you just can not make anything better than Angelina
ReplyDeleteGershwin would have been proud.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant capture the first shot.
ReplyDeleteGreat series.
What an exquisite song it is. I can hear it playing in my heart ...
ReplyDeleteCoucou ..
ReplyDeleteTon travail photographique est de plus plus beau Prospero...
Je t'envoie toute mon admiration..
really pretty but you know who is the prettiest of all.
ReplyDeleteHere at the fountain's sliding foot,
ReplyDeleteOr at some fruit-tree's mossy root,
Casting the body's vest aside,
My soul into the boughs does glide :
There like a bird it sits and sings,
Then whets and combs its silver wings ;
And, till prepared for longer flight,
Waves in its plumes the various light.
Such was that happy garden-state,
While man there walked without a mate :
After a place so pure and sweet,
What other help could yet be meet!
But 'twas beyond a mortal's share
To wander solitary there :
Two paradises 'twere in one
To live in Paradise alone.
How well the skillful gard'ner drew
Of flowers and herbs this dial new ;
Where from above the milder sun
Does through a fragrant zodiac run ;
And, as it works, th' industrious bee
Computes its time as well as we.
How could such sweet and wholesome hours
Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers!
They are all so pretty. The lighting is so pretty, reminds me of when we had sun. It seems so long ago now.
ReplyDeleteThey are like visual music!
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful as usual. Thank you for the BDwishesand spunky got to lick our ice cream bowls. And somehow a kittle piece of cake dropped on the floor.
ReplyDelete