“I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life. ”
“Then, with an enormous rush of meadow-filled wind, the green candle went out, and my best friend died.”
“Children worked in the mills: "I will always believe that children are designed for green meadows and play, not for factories and cotton dust.”
“Kissing with golden face the meadows green,Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy”
“What I want," he said softly, "is to stand in this meadow and walk in the light of the sun.”
“...the surfeit of loss in my life has convinced me it will be easier to be grieved for than to grieve."Bethia as an old woman about to die p 257”