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the rhythmic idyls flow together in your mind 
a perfect harmony of naturalness. Or, if you 
are an artist, set up your easel by the brook, 
or, with sketch-book in hand, follow the vireo 
and wood-thrush from spot to spot until you 
have noted something new, if it be but a new 
attitude of the shy, shadowy things. Lie on 
the cool earth and watch the wind wave the 
trees and see the sunlight flit and flash through 
their high tops like rare thoughts through a 
poet’s mind. Leap up and shout and sing. 
Take off your hat and toss your hair in the 
breeze. Plunge into the river and dive and 
swim. Go sleep in a hammock in the Palace 
of Reeds! 
