Under the trees . K{A. ^fe^. M\l4^i a^i ^^1 moss spread a carpet on which the heaviestfootfall left the silence unbroken. It was aplace of dreams and mysteries. Heed the old oracles, Ponder my spells;Song wakes in my pinnacles Wlien the wind the prophetic wind,The shadows shake on the roclc behind,And the countless leaves of the pine are stringsTuned to the lay the wood-god sings. Hearken ! hearken!If thou wouldst know the mystic songChanted when the sphere was young,Aloft, abroad, the pjean swells;O wise man! hearst thou half it tells ? Sitting there, with the deep peace of th

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Under the trees . K{A. ^fe^. M\l4^i a^i ^^1 moss spread a carpet on which the heaviestfootfall left the silence unbroken. It was aplace of dreams and mysteries. Heed the old oracles, Ponder my spells;Song wakes in my pinnacles Wlien the wind the prophetic wind,The shadows shake on the roclc behind,And the countless leaves of the pine are stringsTuned to the lay the wood-god sings. Hearken ! hearken!If thou wouldst know the mystic songChanted when the sphere was young,Aloft, abroad, the pjean swells;O wise man! hearst thou half it tells ? Sitting there, with the deep peace of theplace sinking into the soul, the solitude wasfull of companionship; the very silenceseemed to give Nature a tone more com-manding, an accent more thrilling. Atintervals the gusts of wind reaching theborders of the wood filled the air with dis-tant murmurs which widened, deepened,approached, until they broke into a greatwave of sound overhead, and then, receding,died in fainter and ever fainter sounds. There163

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