“Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater
had a wife and could not keep her.
He put her in a pumpkin shell
and there he kept her very well.
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
kept her very well.”
(Petr Eben in Nursery songs no. 1)
"The whole year's sweat and study, And the whole year's sowing time, Comes now to the perfect harvest, And ripens now into rhyme." (R.L. Stevenson in Come, here is adieu to the city...) Liège (B)
“There is a certain garden where I know
That flowers flourish in a poet’s spring,
Where aye young birds their amorous matins sing,
And never ill wind comes, nor any snow.
But if you wonder where so fair a show,
Where such eternal pleasure may be seen,
I say, my memory keeps that garden green,
Wherein I loved my first love long ago.”
(J.H. McCarthy in There is a certain garden)