In Arcady . ing born into itafter the manner of the creaturesthat live in free and joyous use ofthe things of Nature without anythought of Nature herself. In him,however, the instinctive joy in lifehad become articulate; he spakefor the strange and wild instinctsof his kind, although he could notspeak of them. In his careless, [22] s unconscious, unthinking life all theinstincts and appetites and activi-ties of the living things that werefed and housed by Nature playedfreely, joyfully, without conscious-ness. He had, however, the giftof speech; and the silent, secretive,sensuous world became a
In Arcady . ing born into itafter the manner of the creaturesthat live in free and joyous use ofthe things of Nature without anythought of Nature herself. In him,however, the instinctive joy in lifehad become articulate; he spakefor the strange and wild instinctsof his kind, although he could notspeak of them. In his careless, [22] s unconscious, unthinking life all theinstincts and appetites and activi-ties of the living things that werefed and housed by Nature playedfreely, joyfully, without conscious-ness. He had, however, the giftof speech; and the silent, secretive,sensuous world became articulateon his lips and he was the inter-preter of that world to men. Idle,smiling, content alike with the sunand the cloud, the Faun was somuch a part of the streaming lifeabout him that he did not see itsbeauty or feel its mystery; he waswithout apprehension or curiosity;he had no tasks or duties; therewas no law for him save obedienceto his own nature, which was sim-ple, sensuous, without thought or [23]. ii in iii care or obligation. When he puthis pipes to his lips and blew a fewclear notes there were no echoes ofhuman emotion or experience inthem ; they might have rained downfrom the clouds with the song ofthe skylark, which has the qualityof the solitude of the upper air init, or they might have been bornegently in from a distance, like thetones of the waterfall over the yet there was something inthem which no bird or animal norany stirring of water or air couldhave put there; a sense of themounting life of the world, growingand straining and rushing on tofruition; the stir and murmur andhum of bird and branch and bee;the simple animal joy of sharing [24] wv m
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