A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeHow strange and awful is the synthesis of life and death in the gusty winds and falling leaves of an autumnal day!
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeThe best part of human language, properly so called, is derived from reflection on the acts of the mind itself.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge