In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows.
Ralph Waldo EmersonThe South-wind brings Life, sunshine and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire; But over the dead he has no power, The lost, the lost, he cannot restore; And, looking over the hills, I mourn The darling who shall not return.
Ralph Waldo Emerson