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The ry and weary, I came to that steep

descent I have mentioned more than once, which leads down into

the Hollow, and her pale radiance was already, upon the world--a

sleeping world wherein I seeaze

upon the wonder of the heavens, and the serene beauty of the

earth, the clock in Cranbrook Church chi of leaves, and the rustle of

things unseen, which was as the breathing of a sleeping host

Borne to my nostrils came the scent of wood and herb and dewy

earth, while upstealing from the shadow of the trees below, the

voice of the brook reached --now

loud and clear, now sinking to a rippling hter and tears, like the greater melody of Life

And, presently, I descended into the shadows, and, walking on

beside the brook, sat htway, otten, and I fell

a-dreaht, full of the ic of the h whispering leaves, checkering the shadoith