Aisle Quote by Clinton Scollard

As the moths around a taper, As the bees around a rose, As the gnats around a vapour, So the spirits group and close…

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the Stooks arise Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behavior Of silk-sack clouds! Has wilder, willful-waiver…

— Gerard Manley Hopkins

Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and…

— Gerard Manley Hopkins

From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies…

— Thomas Moore

The moths beat themselves to death against the lights. Adding their breeze to the summer nights.

— Modest Mouse

“...the summer of the gypsy moths when all the trees in their yard were bare, the leaves chewed by caterpillars. You could hear crunching…

— Alice Hoffman

“And when white moths were on the wing and moth-like stars were flickering out”

— Anonymous

Every moment of the night Forever changing places And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces

— Anonymous

“Past the flannel plains and blacktop graphs and skylines of canted rust, and past the tobacco-brown river overhung with weeping trees and coins of…

— David Foster Wallace

“Past the flannel plains and blacktop graphs and skylines of canted rust, and past the tobacco-brown river overhung with weeping trees and coins of…

— David Foster Wallace

“Plume" Transfixed to the, by the, on the congruities, who is herself a vanishing point coming to closure — dusky flutter — trilling away…

— Aaron Shurin

“Long before the stars died the birds began to sing - cool rippling doves, loud cheery starlings, the long lilting trills of warblers and…

— Mike Bond