. In the forest of Arden. gathered about our simple board, Ros-alind was sooner at home in this noble fi;company than I: she had far less to ; but at last I grew into a famil- ?iarity with my neighbours which was all ;the sweeter to me because it registereda change in myself long hoped for, often !^despaired of, at last accomplished. To be at one with Nature was a joy whichmade life seem rich beyond all earlierthought; but when to this there wasadded the fellowship of spirits as trueand great as Nature herself, the wine oflife overflowed the exquisite cup intowhich an invisible hand pou
. In the forest of Arden. gathered about our simple board, Ros-alind was sooner at home in this noble fi;company than I: she had far less to ; but at last I grew into a famil- ?iarity with my neighbours which was all ;the sweeter to me because it registereda change in myself long hoped for, often !^despaired of, at last accomplished. To be at one with Nature was a joy whichmade life seem rich beyond all earlierthought; but when to this there wasadded the fellowship of spirits as trueand great as Nature herself, the wine oflife overflowed the exquisite cup intowhich an invisible hand poured days passed like a dream as westrayed together through the woodlandpaths; sometimes in some deep andshadowy glen silence laid her finger onour lips, and in a common mood wefound ourselves drawn together withoutspeech. Often at night, when themagic of the moon has woven all.
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