. In the forest of Arden. and when I waited to hear its faintestmurmur die in the distance, suddenly thetumult had risen again, and the dreamof self-communion and self-knowledgehad vanished. To get out of the uproarand confusion of things, I had often fan-cied, would be like exchanging the dustymid-summer road for the shade of thewoods where the brook calms the daywith its pellucid note of effortless flow,and the hours hide themselves fromthe glances of the sun. In the Forest ofArden I felt sure I should find the repose,the quietude, the freedom of thought,which would permit me to know my-self
. In the forest of Arden. and when I waited to hear its faintestmurmur die in the distance, suddenly thetumult had risen again, and the dreamof self-communion and self-knowledgehad vanished. To get out of the uproarand confusion of things, I had often fan-cied, would be like exchanging the dustymid-summer road for the shade of thewoods where the brook calms the daywith its pellucid note of effortless flow,and the hours hide themselves fromthe glances of the sun. In the Forest ofArden I felt sure I should find the repose,the quietude, the freedom of thought,which would permit me to know my-self. There, too, I suspected Naturehad certain surprises for me; certainsecrets which she has been holdingback for the fortunate hour when herspell would be supreme and even hoped that I might come una-] ware upon that ancient and perennial^1 movement of life upon which I seemed !}if<iT:i;fpfi?!if,P:jriiitt,\fTO.
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