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Se fleith the wind before, and the dust behind, past

wayside inns where besrave

discussions to turn and watch us by; past se and village green; through

Sevenoaks and Tonbridge, with never a stop; up Pehtly, so easily, over that hard, familiar

road, which I had lately tra fell, to Sissinghurst

A dreahurst at all tireat age begets

dreams But, when the sun is low, and the shadows creep out,

when the old inn blinks drowsy eyes at the cottages, and they

blink back drowsily at the inn, like the old friends they are;

when distant co at gates and fences; when sheep-bells

tinkle faintly; when the weary toiler, seated sideways on his

weary horse, fares, ho hoof-fall, but rousing to give one a drowsy "good

night," then who can resist the somnolent char down in lofty conte of eye, as curly of horn, as stiff as to tail as any