Lockety Goldings

After overdoing it in the garden I went for a wander by Ullswater on my way back from Flusco. I was over the moon to see some healthy little clumps of globeflower. They have become increasingly scarce. Dorothy Wordsworth called them by their local name Lockety goldings.

Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances - Walt Whitman

OF the terrible doubt of appearances, 
Of the uncertainty after all, that we may be deluded, 
That may-be reliance and hope are but speculations after all, 
That may-be identity beyond the grave is a beautiful fable only, 
May-be the things I perceive, the animals, plants, men, hills, 
shining and flowing waters, 
The skies of day and night, colors, densities, forms, may-be these 
are (as doubtless they are) only apparitions, and the real 
something has yet to be known, 
(How often they dart out of themselves as if to confound me and mock 
me! 
How often I think neither I know, nor any man knows, aught of them,) 
May-be seeming to me what they are (as doubtless they indeed but 
seem) as from my present point of view, and might prove (as 
of course they would) nought of what they appear, or nought 
anyhow, from entirely changed points of view; 
To me these and the like of these are curiously answer'd by my 
lovers, my dear friends, 
When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding me 
by the hand, 
When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and reason 
hold not, surround us and pervade us, 
Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom, I am silent, I 
require nothing further, 
I cannot answer the question of appearances or that of identity 
beyond the grave, 
But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied, 
He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.