WILD PASTURES 



slender bodied and graceful, trailing long 

 robes of filmy lace beneath them in the 

 water. 



The botanists, who shall be hung some 

 day for their literalness, have named 

 these lovely denizens of the cove bladder- 

 worts, or Utricularia, if you wish the 

 Latin form, because they float on their 

 air-inflated leaves and trail their roots 

 beneath them, free in the water, scorn- 

 ing the contaminating touch of earth. 

 The off-shore wind of noon had sailed 

 these out well beyond the mouth of the 

 cove, now the evening breeze is bring- 

 ing them in again for the concert. 



They should have been named after 

 some dainty lady of the old Greek my- 

 thology, some fair sailor lass who 

 crossed the wake of Ulysses, perchance, 

 and lingers on placid seas waiting his 

 return to this day, for you will see their 

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