. Shakespeare's England . t elms, near by, are noddingand rustling in the wind, and once or twice a drowsybird-note floats up from the neighbouring thicket thatskirts the vacant, lonely road. There, at some distance,are the dim arches of Cloptons Bridge. In front — agraceful, shapely mass, indistinct in the starlight — risesthe fair Memorial, Stratfords honour and pride. Fur-ther off, glimmering through the tree-tops, is the duskyspire of Trinity, keeping its sacred vigil over the dustof Shakespeare. Nothing here is changed. The sametranquil beauty, as of old, hallows this place; the samesense
. Shakespeare's England . t elms, near by, are noddingand rustling in the wind, and once or twice a drowsybird-note floats up from the neighbouring thicket thatskirts the vacant, lonely road. There, at some distance,are the dim arches of Cloptons Bridge. In front — agraceful, shapely mass, indistinct in the starlight — risesthe fair Memorial, Stratfords honour and pride. Fur-ther off, glimmering through the tree-tops, is the duskyspire of Trinity, keeping its sacred vigil over the dustof Shakespeare. Nothing here is changed. The sametranquil beauty, as of old, hallows this place; the samesense of awe and mystery broods over its silent shrines 230 CHAP. XXI THE SHRINES OF WARWICKSHIRE 231 of everlasting renown. Long and weary the years havebeen since last I saw it; but to-night they are remem-bered only as a fleeting and troubled dream. Here,once more, is the highest and noblest companionshipthis world can give. Here, once more, is the almostvisible presence of the one magician who can lift the ^i /:P fi^-%.
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