He hath kissed her with the kisses of his mouth, She is blacker than tents of Kedar, Her roses nod east and her roses nod south Across the wide casements of cedar, But the Rose of Sharon weeps theremid Until her true lover hath freed her.

It's a heartbreaker, as I was reminded just now when I went to get the chapter reference, reread it, and started bawling.

Nature-deficit disorder severely hampers, if not fully blocks, development of environmental literacy. Environmental communicators, educators and interpreters talk about their work as an 'antidote' or 'cure' for nature-deficit disorder.

I knew you could do it. Right on!