Many of the albums on the Natural Homes facebook page are taken from poetry, lyrics or plays. Here are some of them where the title of the album is shown as a link in the text of the poem. The link will take you to the album on facebook where each picture has a description and links to other websites including the website of the natural builder. You don't need to be a facebook user to enjoy the page.

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by W.B. Yeats

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

She walks in Beauty by G.G. Byron

In my country garden, underneath the mountain
With dead nettles growing all around the door
Early every morning the sun rose up the mountain
Setting in the sea in the evening once more.

Taking water from the brook
Wondering who it was that took...
the stones from the mountain and built this cottage here
Two up and two down, miles from the nearest town
I wonder who he was though the reason why is clear

Take a bunch of nettles and add a little water
Drawn from the stream running outside the door
Leave it for a month or two then bottle it and drink the brew
And watch the suns go down in the sea once more.

Taking wood to build a fire
Could you really get much higher...
than standing in the doorway with a glass of nettle wine
My lady beside me, the mountain behind me
Before me the sea and the red skyline.

Written by Ralph McTell, Performed by Ralph McTell

O SUN, fill our house once more with light!
Make happy all your friends and blind your foes!
Rise from behind the hill, transform the stones
To rubies and the sour grapes to wine!
O Sun, make our vineyard fresh again,
And fill the steppes with houris and green cloaks!
Physician of the lovers, heaven's lamp!
Rescues the lovers! Help the suffering!
Show but your face - the world is filled with light!
But if you cover it, it's the darkest night!

Rumi

Who sees his true-love in her naked bed,
Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white,
But, when his glutton eye so full hath fed,
His other agents aim at like delight?
Who is so faint, that dare not be so bold
To touch the fire, the weather being cold?

A verse from Venus and Adonis by Shakespeare

Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love
That inward beauty and invisible;
Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move
Each part in me that were but sensible:
Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see,
Yet should I be in love by touching thee.

A verse from 'Venus and Adonis' by Shakespeare

On the roof’s the only place I know,
Where you just have to wish to make it so,
Oh, let's go up on the roof,
At night the stars put on a show for free,
And darling, you can share it all with me.

Written by Carole King, Performed by James Taylor

But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
It is my lady; O, it is my love!

Romeo and Juliet, Act 2 Scene 2 by Shakespeare

And therefore hath she bribed the destinies
To cross the curious workmanship of nature,
To mingle beauty with infirmities,
And pure perfection with impure defeature,
Making it subject to the tyranny
Of mad mischances and much misery;

A verse from 'Venus and Adonis' by Shakespeare

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear,
Or, like a fairy, trip upon the green,
Or, like a nymph, with long dishevell'd hair,
Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen:
Love is a spirit all compact of fire,
Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.

A verse from 'Venus and Adonis' by Shakespeare

So many things I would have done,
but clouds got in my way.
I've looked at clouds from both sides now,
from up and down, and still somehow,
it's clouds illusions I recall.
I really don't know clouds...at all.

Written and performed by Joni Mitchell

Once more the engine of her thoughts began:
'O fairest mover on this mortal round,
Would thou wert as I am, and I a man,
My heart all whole as thine, thy heart my wound;
For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee,
Though nothing but my body's bane would cure thee!

A verse from 'Venus and Adonis' by Shakespeare

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thy self away, art present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart, to heart's and eyes' delight.

Sonnet 47 by Shakespeare

Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie;
These forceless flowers like sturdy trees support me;
Two strengthless doves will draw me through the sky,
From morn till night, even where I list to sport me:
Is love so light, sweet boy, and may it be
That thou shouldst think it heavy unto thee?

A verse from 'Venus and Adonis' by Shakespeare

Forced to content, but never to obey,
Panting he lies and breatheth in her face;
She feedeth on the steam as on a prey,
And calls it heavenly moisture, air of grace;
Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers,
So they were dew'd with such distilling showers.

A verse from 'Venus and Adonis' by Shakespeare

No, no,' quoth she, 'sweet Death, I did but jest;
Yet pardon me I felt a kind of fear
When as I met the boar, that bloody beast,
Which knows no pity, but is still severe;
Then, gentle shadow, truth I must confess,
I rail'd on thee, fearing my love's decease.

A verse from 'Venus and Adonis' by Shakespeare

Fondling, she saith, since I have hemm'd thee here
Within the circuit of this ivory pale,
I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer;
Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale:
Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry,
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

A verse from 'Venus and Adonis' by Shakespeare

And, being open'd, threw unwilling light
Upon the wide wound that the boar had trench'd
In his soft flank; whose wonted lily white
With purple tears, that his wound wept, was drench'd:
No flower was nigh, no grass, herb, leaf, or weed,
But stole his blood and seem'd with him to bleed.

A verse from 'Venus and Adonis' by Shakespeare

A note: I changed 'unwilling' to 'willing' in the facebook gallery title. From the perspective of a home it's nice to think of the sunlight willingly reaching in, but in the poem the light doesn't want to see the wound left by the boar in Adonis.