. In the forest of Arden. things than the old woodland gods thatmight have strayed that way centuriesago; I had no need to recall the van-ished times and faiths to interpret thespirit of an hour so far from the com-monplaces of human speech, so freefrom the passing moods of human sweet unconsciousness of that face,bent over the mass of wild flowers, andakin to them in its unspoiled loveliness,was to that hour and place like theilluminated capital in the old missal; aray of colour which unlocked the darkmystery of the text. When one cansee the loveliness of a wild flower,and feel the a
. In the forest of Arden. things than the old woodland gods thatmight have strayed that way centuriesago; I had no need to recall the van-ished times and faiths to interpret thespirit of an hour so far from the com-monplaces of human speech, so freefrom the passing moods of human sweet unconsciousness of that face,bent over the mass of wild flowers, andakin to them in its unspoiled loveliness,was to that hour and place like theilluminated capital in the old missal; aray of colour which unlocked the darkmystery of the text. When one cansee the loveliness of a wild flower,and feel the absorbing charm of itssentiment, one is not far from thekingdom of Nature. As these fancies chased one anotheracross my mind, lying there at fulllength on the moss, I, too, seemed tolose all consciousness that I had evertouched life at any point than this, or.
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