Let us turn to our own childhoods-no further-if we will renew our sense of remoteness, and of the mystery of change.
Alice MeynellBut, visiting Sea, your love doth press / And reach in further than you know, / And fills all these; and, when you go, / There's loneliness in loneliness.
Alice Meynellthe feet should have more of the acquaintance of earth, and know more of flowers, freshness, cool brooks, wild thyme, and salt sand than does anything else about us. ... It is only the entirely unshod that have lively feet.
Alice Meynell