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The silver poan to be oppressive to him There was

beauty, but it was a beauty cold and distant, infinitely withdrawn from

man and his concerns Woods andwith the

stars They were kindred and of one house; it was er and alone The hilltop cared not that he lay thereon; the grass

would grow as greenly when he was in his grave; all his tragedies since

tiht reenact there below, and the mountains would not bend

to look

He flung his arht, and tried to

sleep Finding the atteht pressed more and

the negro

awake, and so providing hihts

His eyes had been upon the mountains, but noith the suddencleft between the hills Far down

this opening so fiercely and redly Some one

must have put torch to the forest; and yet it did not burn as trees burn

It was like a bonfireit was a bonfire in a clearing! There were not

woods about it, but a field--and the glint of water-The negro, awakened by foot and voice, sprang up, and stood bewildered