52 In Touch with Nature. 



more, and yet my enthusiasm was not aroused. 

 The winds that rioted on the lake dared not ven- 

 ture here. 



" There was no motion in the dumb, dead air 



Not any song of bird or sound of rill ; 

 Gross darkness of the inner sepulchre 



Is not so deadly still 

 As that wide forest ;" 



where 



