Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.
Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.
How many times it thundered before Franklin took the hint How many apples fell on Newton's head before he took the hint Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.
Under the shelter of the family tree.
Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall.
I'd hate to be a runaway from nature.
My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
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