Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God,
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes -
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.
- Elizabeth Barrett Brownbing
You love the roses - so do I.
I wish the sky would rain down roses, as they rain from off the shaken bush.
Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white and soft to tread on.
They would fall as light as feathers, smelling sweet, and it would be like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
- George Eliot
If thou canst but thither,
There grows the flower of Peace,
The rose that cannot wither,
Thy fortress and thy ease.
- Henry Vaughn
There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.
- John Muir