Under the trees . ^^/.i>( mm: w. - J. f:> m^ X ^?Mk ^ 4 was something in this sudden and unfamiliarroar of the pines that hinted at its kinshipwith the roar of the sea; hut it had a dif-ferent tone. Waste and trackless solitudesand death are in the roar of the sea; re-moteness, untroubled centuries of silence,the strange alien memories of woodlandlife, are in the roar of the pines. The for-gotten ages of an immemorial past seem tohave become audible in it, and to speak ofthings which had ceased to exist beforehuman speech was born; things which lieat the roots of instinct rather tha
Under the trees . ^^/.i>( mm: w. - J. f:> m^ X ^?Mk ^ 4 was something in this sudden and unfamiliarroar of the pines that hinted at its kinshipwith the roar of the sea; hut it had a dif-ferent tone. Waste and trackless solitudesand death are in the roar of the sea; re-moteness, untroubled centuries of silence,the strange alien memories of woodlandlife, are in the roar of the pines. The for-gotten ages of an immemorial past seem tohave become audible in it, and to speak ofthings which had ceased to exist beforehuman speech was born; things which lieat the roots of instinct rather than withinthe recollection of thought. The pines onlymurmur, but the secret which they guardso well is mine as well as theirs; I am noalien in this secluded world ; my citizenshipis here no less than in that other world towhich I shall return, but to which I shallnever wholly belong. The most solitarymoods of Nature are not incommunicable;they may be shared by those who can for-get themselves and hold their minds opento the elusive
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