In Arcady . e whole world seemed to bemoving in a vast beginning ofthings; creeping, shining, expand-ing, climbing in universal warmthand light. Nothing seemed com-plete, everything was prophetic ;the tide was beginning to ripplein from the fathomless deeps ofbeing; its ultimate sweep and vol-ume, foaming in the vast channelsthrough the mountains and tossing [ 3 ] [33] its crested waves to the summits,was still far off in the summer towhich all things moved, but ofwhich there was neither thoughtnor care on that first day ofspring. It was the stir of life which theboy heard, and th
In Arcady . e whole world seemed to bemoving in a vast beginning ofthings; creeping, shining, expand-ing, climbing in universal warmthand light. Nothing seemed com-plete, everything was prophetic ;the tide was beginning to ripplein from the fathomless deeps ofbeing; its ultimate sweep and vol-ume, foaming in the vast channelsthrough the mountains and tossing [ 3 ] [33] its crested waves to the summits,was still far off in the summer towhich all things moved, but ofwhich there was neither thoughtnor care on that first day ofspring. It was the stir of life which theboy heard, and the frank, free, un-questioning joy in it which maderiot in the mind of the Faun; themystery and wonder of it were farfrom the thought of these twocreatures of the season, the Faunwho had come up the long ascentof animal life, and the boy whostood for a moment with the Faunat the place where joy in the senseof life is at the full. The ways ofthese two creatures met for onehour that morning in early April, [34].
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