WOODLANDS 



the green woods near at hand, darkening in the 

 distance and slowly changing to blue, the cloudless 

 sky, the heat-suffused atmosphere, in which things 

 seem to float rather than to grow or stand, the 

 shadowless field, all are there, and yet are not 

 there, but far away and vision-like. The waggon, 

 at last laden, travels away, and seems rather to 

 disappear of itself than to be hidden by the trees. 

 It is an effort to awake and move from the spot. 



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