Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her hand she bore.

With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain, And memory, like a drop that, night and day, Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!

The many great gardens of the world, of literature and poetry, of painting and music, of religion and architecture, all make the point as clear as possible: The soul cannot thrive in the absence of a garden. If you don't want paradise, you are not human; and if you are not human, you don't have a soul.

To love you was pleasant enough. And, oh! 'tis delicious to hate you!

Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun, grow pure by being purely shone upon.

Silence is not an absence of sound but rather a shifting of attention toward sounds that speak to the soul.

An enchanted world is one that speaks to the soul, to the mysterious depths of the heart and imagination where we find value, love, and union with the world around us. As mystics of many religions have taught, that sense of rapturous union can give a sensation of fulfillment that makes life purposeful and vibrant.