feed the white dust of the plain or the sea- The 

 gathered sand of ancient or as yet unformed Mountain 

 shores. For the hills pass, even as we, or the arm * 

 green leaf become sere, or the fruit that ripens 

 to its fall ; though we speak of them as ever- 

 lasting, and find the subtlest spell of their 

 incalculable charm in the overwhelming sense 

 of their imagined eternity. 



