In Arcady . V THE pipe of the Faun drewhis feet far into the secretplaces of the woods, andwith every step he seemed to bebreaking some imprisonment, find-ing some new liberty. The Fauncould have told him much of thatancient world which was old beforeman began to look, to wonder, tocomprehend; but the wild musicof those few notes, so inarticulatebut so full of the unspoken life ofhidden and fugitive things, spoketo his senses as no words of humanspeech could have spoken. Theywere full of echoes of a datelesspast, of which no memory remainedsave that which was deposited in [45] *k M instinct an
In Arcady . V THE pipe of the Faun drewhis feet far into the secretplaces of the woods, andwith every step he seemed to bebreaking some imprisonment, find-ing some new liberty. The Fauncould have told him much of thatancient world which was old beforeman began to look, to wonder, tocomprehend; but the wild musicof those few notes, so inarticulatebut so full of the unspoken life ofhidden and fugitive things, spoketo his senses as no words of humanspeech could have spoken. Theywere full of echoes of a datelesspast, of which no memory remainedsave that which was deposited in [45] *k M instinct and habit; the earliest andoldest form of memory. He wasrecovering the lost possession of hisrace ; the primitive experiences thatlay behind its childhood and madea deep, rich, warm soil for itsancient divinations and for thosedreams of an older world whichhaunt it and are always luring itspoets to the secret homes of thatbeauty which embosoms the youthof men, and fills them with infinitelonging and regret whe
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