«All my hurts my garden spade can heal.»
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)

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The Wild Flower's Song

As I wander'd the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a wild flower
Singing a song.

I slept in the Earth
In the silent night,
I murmur'd my fears
And I felt delight.

In the morning I went
As rosy as morn,
To seek for new joy;
But O! met with scorn.

[William Blake]

(Porque não são só as dos jardins que...)