In Arcady . .J*. caresses of the northern sky and woods wore theirhappiest smiles for the laggardseason, and were bent on thegayest revels, now that the guesthad come. The last traces of the snow hadhardly vanished and there weredamp, cool places in the shadowof rocks, where winter still waitedto be driven out by those search-ing fingers of light which leaveno hidden leaf or buried root un-touched. The woods that morn-ing were like an empty stage uponwhich the curtain has been rolledup. There were no moving figures,but there were murmurs of sound,mysterious noises, stirrings of thing
In Arcady . .J*. caresses of the northern sky and woods wore theirhappiest smiles for the laggardseason, and were bent on thegayest revels, now that the guesthad come. The last traces of the snow hadhardly vanished and there weredamp, cool places in the shadowof rocks, where winter still waitedto be driven out by those search-ing fingers of light which leaveno hidden leaf or buried root un-touched. The woods that morn-ing were like an empty stage uponwhich the curtain has been rolledup. There were no moving figures,but there were murmurs of sound,mysterious noises, stirrings of thingsout of sight, which made one aware[16] ^^^^^8 SBSI t,a «| ^^^^& ^^^^^^^^^^^^^& ^s£««s<£?T^: ^ ^^St^as jjpsfgjp that the play was about to were signs of impatience inthe great, silent theatre, as if thefirst lines had been already delayedtoo long. The sky and the earthwere getting more intimate everyhour; secret forces, mysterious in-fluences, were moving in the depthsof air, and
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