“Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”

“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”

“It is the month of June,
The month of leaves and roses,
When pleasant sights salute the eyes,
And pleasant scents the noses.”

“Orange bright,
Like golden lamps in a green light.”

“A fresher green the smelling leaves display
And glittering as they tremble, cheer the day.”

“The predominant colour of the kitchen -- its walls, cupboards, floor, shelves -- with all the ancillary rooms -- pantries, larders, cold stores, and sculleries, is green -- Hooker's dark green, leaf-green, emerald, faded turquoise, and eau-de-nile -- like the colours of a dark wet jungle.”

“Well, June is, uh, National Dairy Month, and I'll be milking Deirdre later… Ain't that right baby.”

“I heard you went to Ireland… I haven't seen it in many years. Is it still green then, and beautiful?

Wet as a bath sponge and mud to the knees but, aye, it was green enough.”

“What colour are they now, thy quiet waters?
The evening star has brought the evening light,
And filled the river with the green hillside;
The hill-tops waver in the rippling water,
Trembles the absent vine and swells the grape
In thy clear crystal.”
Quis color ille vadis, seras cum propulit umbras<br/>Hesperus et viridi perfudit monte Mosellam!<br/>tota natant crispis iuga motibus et tremit absens<br/>pampinus et vitreis vindemia turget in undis.

“There is a garden where lilies
And roses are side by side;
And all day between them in silence
The silken butterflies glide.”