MINSTREL WEATHER $ CHAPTER 

 XIII. ^ LANDSCAPES SEEN IN 

 DREAMS ^ $ g g 



JHE painter of landscapes seen 

 in dreams must be a memory 

 that knows fantastic woods 

 and faery seas all strange to 

 the waking memory. Or else 

 the artist is only a weariness with the day 

 just past that gives us in sleep sight of the 

 country which, so Mr. Maugham and 

 other story-tellers say, is the real home 

 that men may go their whole lives long 

 without finding, because we are not always 

 born at home, nor even brought up there, 

 and we might for years be homesick for a 



land unseen. Once beheld, the recognition 

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