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For one brief minute it endures then the 

 good beasts have borne you into the clear 

 shining beyond. 



From this high hill of vantage you see 

 a dozen showers, with sunlight laughing 

 through, chasing one the other across this 

 green, good world. But little reck you of 

 shower or shining. You ride as for life, 

 your blood at racing pace, your nerves 

 athrill, tingling to your finger -tips, crying 

 out exultant as your speed outstrips the lan- 

 guid wind. 



Five miles of it then the road runs 

 downhill. You need barely draw rein the 

 soft, wet clay is sure footing and safe. Now 

 you splash through the creek, and go more 

 soberly along the wood road a vista of 

 shadows 



" Lovely, lonesome, cool, and green." 



It runs away from Fairyland. There is 

 the home gate, looming dark and dripping. 

 Beyond it lie corn, and cattle, and men at 

 work in tHe fields. You pass through, and 

 find you again in the world of every-day. 



