54 OUTDOOR STUDIES 
ness, which summer insects haunt and the 
Spirit of the Universe loves. The defect is 
not in language, but in men. There is no con- 
ceivable beauty of blossom so beautiful as 
words, — none so graceful, none so perfumed. 
It is possible to dream of combinations of syl- 
lables so delicious that all the dawning and 
decay of summer cannot rival their perfection, 
nor winter’s stainless white and azure match 
their purity and their charm. To write them, 
were it possible, would be to take rank with 
Nature; nor is there any other method, even 
by music, for human art to reach so high. 
