‘A wind sways the pines,
And below
Not a breath of wild air:
Still as the mosses that glow
On the flooring and under the lines
Of the roots here and there.
The pine-tree drops its dead;
They are quiet as under the sea.
Overhead, overhead
Rushes life in a race,
As the clouds the clouds chase;
And we go,
And we drop like the fruits of the tree,
Even we,
Even so.’
George Meredith
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‘The Young Gardener’- George Dunlop Leslie1889
‘Gardeners are good. Such vices as they have
Are like the warts and bosses in the wood
Of an old oak. They’re patient, stubborn folk,
As needs must be whose busyness it is
To tutor wildness, making war on weeds.’
Old School Garden 