cofe
She Walks In Beauty
She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
– Gordon Byron
http://www.aromaticcoffees.co.uk
A Villa With Few Rooms
a villa with few rooms
rustic to the root and core
will I perching over a hill
want where the cool autumn comes to rest itself
and
where the cool autumn comes to rest itself
a fragrance strange abounds hangs all around
the air is wholesome like baking bread
or mutton or pudding:
the heart pumps blood serene
hate flees away invisible
and there is happiness
and
though the cool autumn comes to rest itself
in this agreeable place and home
yet
some-time yearn I too
for a long winter full of drizzling rain
morning and afternoon
then as the red dusk sets
thunder and lightning’s long fingers
over the hills above the village small
can I see, I want to see
from the casement as rain half-blinds
half-obstacles the view.
And then
The chill of the thunder-clap
The thrill in every marrow
I want to feel
And feeling this I feel
The richest and the happiest in this world.
Awhile the cool autumn cometh to rest itself.
– Emmanuel George Cefai
http://www.aromaticcoffees.co.uk
Flying Autumn Leaves
Listen to the soft whisper of the Autumn breeze
And the cracking sound of the sunshine
Follow the leaves falling one by one
And enjoy the chilly morning
That brings freshness in the sky
That is misty and hazy
Enjoy the enchanted land that is full of light
With fiery yellow, orange, red and brown
Walk on the lovely road
That is filled with orange leaves
And absorb the crispness of the air
Amid the flying Autumn leaves
Look at the bare branches swaying to and fro
Against the wind and the cool breeze
As if trying to reach the far horizon
To touch the hazy blue sky
Play with the rainbow colors
Of the flying Autumn leaves
And hold on to hope that is filled in the air
Spreading its show of magic
And painting to light up life’s landscape
With fiery yellow, orange, red and brown
– Seema Chowdry
http://www.aromaticcoffees.co.uk
A Girl’s Garden
A neighbor of mine in the village
Likes to tell how one spring
When she was a girl on the farm, she did
A childlike thing.
One day she asked her father
To give her a garden plot
To plant and tend and reap herself,
And he said, ‘Why not?’
In casting about for a corner
He thought of an idle bit
Of walled-off ground where a shop had stood,
And he said, ‘Just it.’
And he said, ‘That ought to make you
An ideal one-girl farm,
And give you a chance to put some strength
On your slim-jim arm.’
It was not enough of a garden
Her father said, to plow;
So she had to work it all by hand,
But she don’t mind now.
She wheeled the dung in a wheelbarrow
Along a stretch of road;
But she always ran away and left
Her not-nice load,
And hid from anyone passing.
And then she begged the seed.
She says she thinks she planted one
Of all things but weed.
A hill each of potatoes,
Radishes, lettuce, peas,
Tomatoes, beets, beans, pumpkins, corn,
And even fruit trees.
And yes, she has long mistrusted
That a cider-apple
In bearing there today is hers,
Or at least may be.
Her crop was a miscellany
When all was said and done,
A little bit of everything,
A great deal of none.
Now when she sees in the village
How village things go,
Just when it seems to come in right,
She says, ‘I know!
‘It’s as when I was a farmer…’
Oh never by way of advice!
And she never sins by telling the tale
To the same person twice.
– Robert Frost
http://www.aromaticcoffees.co.uk
aromaticcoffees 