Ralph Waldo Emerson’s diary, 1859

Love. All the veneration of Spring connects itself with love ; the marriage of the plants, the wedding of the birds, the pairing of all animals. Even the frog and…

Spring. What a joy to believe that Nature loved me. I received hints in my dreams. I found the friends I went to seek on the way to my door.

The warblers at this season make much of the beauty and interest of the woods. They are so eloquent in form and coat, and many of them here but for a short time ;…

I learned that the rhyme is there in the theme, thought, and image, themselves. I learned that there is a beyond to every place, — and the bird moving through the…