Where the eye rests

A quiet landscape, the eye rests. The clear and calm image made of vivid colors recharge the spirit and the mind. Let thoughts go by, gently…

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.

 

 

When life’s glad day is gone, And the sun goes down;
When we muse all alone, As the sun goes down;
Oh, the heart is not so light, When the day is taking flight;
And we feel the coming night, As the sun goes down.

Oh, the flowers fall asleep, When the sun goes down;
And the silence is deep, When the sun goes down;
But the skies of night grow fine, And the stars begin to shine,
With a radiance divine, When the sun goes down.

(Edwin Waugh)