276 TREES IN NATURE, MYTH & ART 



how joyously beautiful when her heart was 

 glad! 



These revulsions of feeling come to all of 

 us. The things we know best give us the 

 keenest pleasure and the acutest pain. We 

 cannot have the one if we will not risk the 

 other. In an earlier chapter I have spoken of 

 the pang that follows the thought that the 

 time must come when I shall be no more 

 among the trees I have grown individually to 

 love. I never read or say to myself the verses 

 of Tennyson's " A Farewell " without recalling 

 a day when I heard them spoken by a friend 

 of whom they are now true. I have already 

 quoted one of the verses. This is the last 

 one : — 



A thousand suns will stream on thee, 

 A thousand moons will quiver ; 



But not by thee my steps will be, 

 For ever and for ever. 



Art, then, does more for us than merely to 

 deepen our sense of natural beauty when it 

 paints the trees of the garden and the wood- 

 land with loving insistence on detail. 



Holman Hunt painted only a few land- 

 scapes ; and in those of his pictures in which 



