Crowds of bees are giddy with clover Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet, Crowds of larks at their matins hang over, Thanking the Lord for a life… - Jean Ingelow

The most joyous and gladsome natures are often most keenly alive to impressions of reverence, and wonder, and awe. Emily's mind longed and craved to annex itself to all things fervent, deep, and real. As she walked on the common grass, she thought the better of it because the feet of Christ had trodden it also.

(A Scholar is musing on his want of success.) To strive — and fail. Yes, I did strive and fail;
I set mine eyes upon a certain night
To find a certain star

If one cannot have success, the next most agreeable thing is failure.