132 BY-WAYS AND BIRD-NO TES. 



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 ! 



