OF RICHARD JEFFERIES 



growing dusk, and on looking again 

 there was a spray of briar in flower, 

 two roses in full bloom and out of reach, 

 and one spray of growing buds. So it 

 is ever with the June rose. It is found 

 unexpectedly, and when you are not 

 looking for it. It is a gift, not a dis- 

 covery, or anything earned — a gift like 

 love and happiness. With ripening 

 grasses the rose comes, and the rose 

 is summer: till then it is spring. — 'The 

 Toilers of the Field': The Coming of 

 Summer. 



THE lions in Trafalgar Square 

 are to me the centre of London. 

 By those lions began my Lon- 

 don work; from them, as spokes from 

 the middle of a wheel, radiate my 

 London thoughts. Standing by them 

 and looking south you have in front 

 the Houses of Parliament, where resides 

 the mastership of England; at your 



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