WILD PASTURES 



ternal pangs, indeed he winked the cir- 

 cular yellow lining of his eye at me 

 these times as if he enjoyed it. It had 

 all the effects of smacking the lips. 



The afternoon dreams down from its 

 pinnacle of hazy heat to the soft level 

 of eventide. Under the pines of the 

 west side of the cove the level sun slips 

 in and seems to caress the green trunks, 

 and the tops above sing a little sighing 

 song of contentment. Strange you have 

 not heard this before, for the wind has 

 been there all the afternoon. But it is 

 toward nightfall that the cove wakes 

 up and you hear many lisping elfin 

 sounds that you have never noticed 

 during the mid-afternoon heat. You 

 hear the sedges talking in the undula- 

 tions now. You did not hear them be- 

 fore, yet the undulations have been glid- 

 ing dreamily among the sedges all day. 

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