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Lightshow Kijkduin
zaterdag 19 maart 2011
Full Moon again
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Wonderful Music!
Claude Debussy
(1862 - 1918)
Clair de Lune compiled by Enigma
Enigma 19522
zaterdag 12 maart 2011
Looking for Spring
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Viburnum x bodnantense 'Dawn' , 12-03-2011.
Lines Written in Early Spring
William Wordsworth (1798)
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:--
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
Leucojum vernum.
The pictures were taken by me today in the Botanical Gardens, Utrecht.
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