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CHAPTER XX. 



We paused amid the Pines that stood 



The giants of the waste, 

 Tortured by storms to shapes as rude, 



With stems like serpents interlaced. . . . 

 We stood beside the pools that lie 



Under the forest bough, 

 And each seemed like a sky 



Gulphed in a world below ; 

 A purple firmament of light, 



Which in the dark earth lay, 

 More boundless than the depth of night 



And clearer than the day 

 In which the massy forests grew, 



As in the upper air, 

 More perfect both in shape and hue 



Than any waving there . . . 

 There lay far glades and neighbouring lawn, 



And through the dark-green crowd 

 The white sun twinkling like the dawn 



Under a speckled cloud. 

 Sweet views, which in our world above 



Can never well be seen, 

 Were imaged by the water's love 



Of that fair forest green. SHELLEY. 



ON April 29, 1749, Linnaeus set out for his sixth and 

 last tour a journey of economic investigation through 

 SkSne, Sweden's southern and most fertile province. 

 1 No account of this tour has ever before been written in English. 



