“But for him who may live to see it, there shall be a wilder beauty than any he has planned. Nature, hke a shy wood-nymph, shall steal softly back on summer nights to the silent domain, shading with tenderest pencUlings of brown and grey the ripened stone, scattering wood-violets in the grassy alleys and wreathing in vine and ivy the trellised arbour, painting with cloudy crusts of crumbly gold the long balustrades, inlaying the cornices with lines of emerald moss, planting Uttle ferns within the fountain basin and tiny patches of green velvet upon the Sea-God's shoulder."
As the years pass by and no rude hand di,sturbs the traces of her presence, Nature becomes more daring. Flower-spangled tapestries of woven tendrils faU from the terrace, strange fleecy mottlings of silver-grey and saffron and orange and greeny-gold make the wall a medley more beautiful than broidered hangings or than painted pictures, the niches are curtained with creepers, the pool is choked with water-plants, blossoming weeds are in every crevice,”
Excerpt From: Sitwell, George Reresby, Sir, 1860-1943. “An essay on the making of gardens; being a study of old Italian gardens, of the nature of beauty, and the principles involved in garden design.” London, J. Murray, 1909. iBooks.
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