“Weary wind, who wanderest
Like the world’s rejected guest
Hast thou still some secret nest
On the tree or billow?”
(P.B. Shelley in Tell me thou wanderers)
Montegnée (B)
Sunday, the day of rest.
The forms that once have been
“This is the place. Stand still, my steed,
Let me review the scene,
And summon from the shadowy Past
The forms that once have been.
The Past and Present here unite
Beneath Time’s flowing tide,
Like footprints hidden by a brook,
But seen on either side.”
(H.W. Longfellow in A gleam of sunshine)
Zaandijk (NL)
