In Arcady . >r Once more the road lengthenedand passed through fields of ripenedgrain; and in the mellow silencethere rose a mist against the hori-zon, slowly moving nearer, and outof illusive mystery of light andshadow emerged the Goddess ofthe yellow hair, for whom theearth yields up her store of vital-ity, and in whom all things thatfulfil themselves in perfect growthare personified. Without, the stillness of the win-ter night filled the wide heavens setwith a thousand stars. The earthwas hidden out of sight by a greatfall of snow, which had wroughtmagical changes in the familiarlandscap
In Arcady . >r Once more the road lengthenedand passed through fields of ripenedgrain; and in the mellow silencethere rose a mist against the hori-zon, slowly moving nearer, and outof illusive mystery of light andshadow emerged the Goddess ofthe yellow hair, for whom theearth yields up her store of vital-ity, and in whom all things thatfulfil themselves in perfect growthare personified. Without, the stillness of the win-ter night filled the wide heavens setwith a thousand stars. The earthwas hidden out of sight by a greatfall of snow, which had wroughtmagical changes in the familiarlandscape. Long ago the last har-vest-field had been gleaned, and [125] n l! f\ 1 /I Vm\ 11t-»T_-^vw\-l ^^tLSywpiII*? Mlliiil^^^^^^ M liUflfiKPiml^ N^^^lffl B^^iiw the latest load safely housed in thegreat barns. The meadows lay coldand sterile in the fierce winds thatswept them; and the shining heav-ens seemed to be infinitely distantfrom the earth over which they hadbrooded in the long summer days. The old man sa
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