. In God's out-of-doors. Natural history. TALL TREES RIM THE CREST US like the assessor. He invades our quiet and disturbs our receipts, and reminds us we are not in Arcadia, which, prior to his coming, was our settled belief). And while I lie in the shade beside my spring on the north line of my estate and on the lowest levels my farm reaches, it is sweet to half drowse, half wake in the quiet while the wooded hills high above shut out all boisterousness of wind, so that here truly summer quiet lies. The day dreams. It is noon. A crow intermit- tently and lazily calls his " caw, caw,&quo
. In God's out-of-doors. Natural history. TALL TREES RIM THE CREST US like the assessor. He invades our quiet and disturbs our receipts, and reminds us we are not in Arcadia, which, prior to his coming, was our settled belief). And while I lie in the shade beside my spring on the north line of my estate and on the lowest levels my farm reaches, it is sweet to half drowse, half wake in the quiet while the wooded hills high above shut out all boisterousness of wind, so that here truly summer quiet lies. The day dreams. It is noon. A crow intermit- tently and lazily calls his " caw, caw," but the birds seem tired out, and a quiet and languid breeze is all that puffs summer perfumes in my face. And the slow clouds float by like icebergs seen afar, but by and by even the clouds fall wholly asleep. Watching them through the leaves they affect me as having forgotten action long ago, or push lazily for- ward, like a drifting boat, and then sink back into slumber again. But the oatfield on the farm running up the hill's slope to the woods, nods its thousands heads so sagaciously, as if to say, 'â No doubt, no doubt, that is the truth of ; And upon the hill, where the tall trees rim the crest, how solemnly the trees toss to the windi If one were under their shadows there would be laughter in the leaves and the sunlight sifting through, but thus far removed there is neither sunlight nor music, only the solemn waving to and fro of plumes, looking strangely dark against the sky of utter blue. In this accord of motion seen afar is something exceeding remote, as if from some far headland jutting out into the spiritual sea, dim companies were signaling us in stately and rhythmic fashion. In the far off elm-trees is the wind that does not blow on me, nor draw near my green hollow lying in the shadow; and looking from afar thus seeming like a boat with oars that dip and lift, out on water against the sky when you hear no drip of water from the lifted oar, nor dip o
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