Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;
The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,
Is cropping audibly his later meal:
Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal
O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky.
Now, in this blank of things, a harmony,
Home-felt, and home-created, comes to heal
That grief for which the senses still supply
Fresh food; for only then, when memory
Is hushed, am I at rest. My Friends! restrain
Those busy cares that would allay my pain;
Oh! leave me to myself, nor let me feel
The officious touch that makes me droop again.
William Wordsworth
5 comments:
It's beautiful!
very nice. i can feel the calmness.
Well this painting no. 2 has a very crisp and sleek look, which adds to its already appealing beauty!
Good work, but I should say you could have added some more colors, if you feel me worthy of telling you something. Sometimes, colors speak your personality. And you seem to be a romantic person. I am sure you'll love to play with some more colors, wouldn't you?
Nice out look keep it up
hi..
really beautiful.=)
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