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Henry David Thoreau·1854

Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a revery, amidst the pines and hickories and sumachs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the birds sang around or flitted noiseless through the house, until by the sun falling in at my west window, or the noise of some traveller's wagon on the distant highway, I was reminded of the lapse of time.

Walt Whitman·1855

I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

Matsuo Bashō·1690

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.