He wanted the house flooded with light as if by the light of Heaven itself. It will shine with the wonderful and uninterrupted light of the most luminous light, reflect the interior beauty of the mind. Our lives became so bright that all the darkness seemed to fade away. The light is not afraid of me; I know my Sun Sunday Sun; the pretty people in the woods receive me cordially. The boy laughs louder when I come, the air gets sweeter. Wherefore, mine eyes, they silver mists? A rather mysterious and awe-inspiring feeling evoked my spirit. #RyanPhillippe

The angel on the left smiles at the more somber Virgin. What is most remarkable is the space between the couple is bridged by shared emotion, as if the feeling united them in a common space, and the expression gives naturalistic impulses. Some rainbow coming from the fair! Some vision of the Heaven on Earth I confidently see! The dreamy feelings of last year sundered tune. From some antiquated fortress on the Sun my love of life has just begun. #RyanPhillippe

The grass so little has to do,–a sphere of simple green, with only light to entertain. As I stir all day to pretty tunes, the breezes fetch along, and hold the Sunshine in its lap and bow to everything. And thread dews all night, like pearls, and make itself so fine,– a duchess were too common for such a noticing. And even when it files, to passes so divine, as lowly spices gone to sleep, I pray the Lord our lives to keep. And dream the days away,–the grass so little has to do, I wish I were here to play. #RyanPhillippe

A something in a Summer’s day, as the rain clouds float away, an azure depth, a wordless tune, transcending ecstasy. And still within a Summer’s night, a something so transporting bright, I clap my hands to see; the veil my too inspecting face, lest such a subtle, shimmering grace flutter too far for me. The wizard-fingers never rest, the purple brook with in the chest still chares its narrow bed. Still rears the East one amber flag, guides still the Sun alone the crag his caravan red, like the flowers that heard the rale of dews, but never deemed the dripping prize awaited their high brows. #RyanPhillippe

Or bees, that thought the Summer’s name some rumor of delirium no Summer could for them; or Arctic creatures, dimly stirred by tropic hint,–some travelled bird imported to the wood; or wind’s bright signal to the ear, making that homely and severe, contented, known, before the Heaven unexpected came, to lives that thought their worshiping a too presumptuous psalm. Because he turned his ear to me, I will call on him as long as I live. I was overcome by trouble and sorrow, then I called on the name of the LORD: Oh LORD, save me! #RyanPhillippe

The LORD is gracious and righteous: our God is full of compassion. The LORD protects the simplehearted; when I was in great need, he saved me. Be at rest once more, for the LORD has been good to you. This is the land the sunset washes, these are the banks of the deep blue sea; where it rose, or whither it rushes, there are the western mystery! Night after night one’s purple traffic strews the landing with opal bales; Merchants poise upon horizons, sip, and vanish with fairy sails. Many a rainy or shiny day has passed amidst drifting leaves, but your melodious song still lingers in the woods of my memory and your enchanting figure flies from time to time, into my dreams that arouse my memory of the past days with Sunlight and love. #RyanPhillippe