Saturday, April 13, 2013

demarest lloyd state park


O Nature! I do not aspire
To be the highest in thy choir, -
To be a meteor in thy sky,
Or comet that may range on high;
Only a zephyr that may blow
Among the reeds by the river low;
Give me thy most privy place
Where to run my airy race.

In some withdrawn, unpublic mead
Let me sigh upon a reed,
Or in the woods, with leafy din,
Whisper the still evening in:
Some still work give me to do, -
Only - be it near to you!

For I'd rather be thy child
And pupil, in the forest wild,
Than be the king of men elsewhere,
And most sovereign slave of care;
To have one moment of thy dawn,
Than share the city's year forlorn.


  1. Have a great week with your girls. I have no doubt that you will have interesting things planned.

  2. hey mb! escaped to maine with the girls. my sweet parents are watching the girls while i apply for jobs and i'm getting more and more gray hairs by the second. hope you have a great week and glad you were able to get a hold of the gallery, maybe for your fabulous daughter who is the painter? peace and love- molly

  3. looks so lovely. nature is exactly where I go to clear my head too. there are not too many places near me where the ocean recedes like that, so special. hope you are enjoying the week with your girls. xx