Self-sown my stately garden grows ; 

 The winds and wind-blown seed, 

 Cold April rain and colder snows 

 My hedges plant and feed. 



From mountains far and valleys near 

 The harvests sown to-day 

 Thrive in all weathers without fear, — 

 Wild planters, plant away ! 



— Emerson 



Behold there in the woods the fine madman . . . 

 he accosts the grass and the trees; he feels the blood of 

 the violet, the clover, and the lily in his veins ; and he 

 talks with the brook that wets his foot.— Emerson 



