THOUGHTS FROM WRITINGS 

 OF RICHARD JEFFERIES 



THE whole time in the open air, 

 resting at mid-day, under the 

 elms with the ripple of heat 

 flowing through the shadow; at mid- 

 night between the ripe corn and the 

 hawthorn hedge on the white wild 

 camomile and the poppy pale in the 

 duskiness, with face upturned to the 

 thoughtful heaven. 



Consider the glory of it, the life above 

 this life to be obtained from constant 

 presence with the sunlight and the stars. 

 — 'The Open Air' i 1 Golden-Brown. 



i 'The Open Air': Chatto and Windus. 

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