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than I have for this paper. In tropical and 

 semi-tropical countries a curious resemblance 

 in color and shape exists between the butter 

 flies and the flowers they haunt, a resemblance 

 quite noticeable as far north as the fortieth 

 degree of latitude. 



III. 



How would &quot; Tricycles and Triolets &quot; do for 

 an alliterative heading to a light chapter on 

 out-door poetry ? Ever since I began to taste 

 Virgil in my school-days I have had a special 

 liking for verse smacking of the woods and 

 fields, the birds, the sunshine, and the brooks. 

 A certain passage in the yneid comes into my 

 mind now, a strong sketch of a grove of trees, 

 with the light playing through the swaying 

 foliage with that strangely brilliant effect so 

 often observed on bright days in spring and 

 summer : 



&quot;Turn silvis scena coruscis 

 Desuper, horrentique atrum nemus imminet umbra.&quot; 



I do not think that William Morris has quite 

 done justice to this beautiful Virgilian bit of 

 landscape in his rhymed translation. Here is 

 his rendering : 



&quot; Lo ! the flickering wood above 

 And wavering shadow cast adown by darksome hang 

 ing grove.&quot; 



&quot; Flickering wood &quot; is not of subtle signifi 

 cance enough to suggest what is somehow con 

 veyed by the original phrase. I have seen the 

 sunlight and a breeze playing at once through 

 the bright-green top of a tall tree when the 

 sudden thrills, so to speak, of golden fire, leap- 



