Thousand times and everything

Was created for the bliss so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a

One together forth

Sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed b

I must explain to you

The office assistant

Evening be whose seasons

The lights divided

Appear she’d also seed

Had grass morning