In Arcady . Stricken 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 thef
In Arcady . Stricken 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, clear and dis-tinct, without modulation or mys-tery or any touch of that rich andbaffling complexity of motive whichcomes with the rise into sound ofthose hidden and secret forces whichfeed the roots of life and nourish allbeauty at the sources of being; themusic of clear skies, of grain mov-[74] ? U, fi/ *&.. v^
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