In Arcady . IV. ]A ND while he hung upon the/ ^ silence, with the faint,1 m shrill notes of the pipesmaking old music in his memory,suddenly, as from some deeper re-treat, some more ancient sanctuary,there rose upon the hushed air amelody that laid a finger on his lipsand a hand on his heart and floodedthe innermost recesses of his with sudden silence, muteunder the spell of a music whichleft no thought unspoken and noexperience unexpressed, he hung onthe thrilling notes as if all the won-der and beauty and mystery of theworld and the soul had found speechat last, and out of the
In Arcady . IV. ]A ND while he hung upon the/ ^ silence, with the faint,1 m shrill notes of the pipesmaking old music in his memory,suddenly, as from some deeper re-treat, some more ancient sanctuary,there rose upon the hushed air amelody that laid a finger on his lipsand a hand on his heart and floodedthe innermost recesses of his with sudden silence, muteunder the spell of a music whichleft no thought unspoken and noexperience unexpressed, he hung onthe thrilling notes as if all the won-der and beauty and mystery of theworld and the soul had found speechat last, and out of the innermost[73] 3E _<i:.: <-2^<*-2g KxsmKP* heart of things life flowed in a tu-multuous, free, and joyous rush ofsound. The pipes of the Faun had spokento him of the joy of living, of thedelight of motion, of the pleasureof the eye and ear, of the manifoldmurmur and happiness of livingcreatures when the sun makes thefields glad and the woods are fullof nesting birds. It was a musicwhich lay in the ear,
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