Print by Stromberg and Fall outside my window from my "treehouse

"Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star."

"And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted that seasons pass over your fields and you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief."

"The seasons alter: hoary-headed frostsFall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose."