Heinrich Harrer On Natural Beauty

“The scenery was unforgettable.  It was the colors that enchanted the eye, and I have seldom seen all the hues of a painter’s palette so harmoniously blended.  Alongside the clear waters of the Indus were light yellow fields of borax, with the green shoots of springtime springing up near them (for spring in these regions does not come until June).  In the background were gleaming snow peaks.”

— Heinrich Harrer, Seven Years In Tibet


Edgar Allen Poe

To The River

Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow / Of Crystal, wandering water, / Thou art an emblem of the glow / Of beauty – the unhidden heart – / The playful maziness of art / In Alberto’s daughter;

But when within thy wave she looks – / Which glistens then, and trembles – / Why, then, the prettiest of brooks / Her worshiper resembles; / For in his heart, as thin thy stream, / Her image deeply lies – / His heart which trembles at the beam / Of her soul-searching eyes.

— Edgar Allen Poe