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the rhythmic idyls flow together in your mind 

 a perfect harmony of naturalness* Or, if you 

 are an artist, set up your easel by the brook, 

 or, with sketch-book in hand, follow the vireo 

 and wood-thrush from spot to spot until you 

 have noted something new, if it be but a new 

 attitude of the shy, shadowy things. Lie on 

 the cool earth and watch the wind wave the 

 trees and see the sunlight flit and flash through- 

 their high tops like rare thoughts through a 

 poet's mind. Leap up and shout and sing. 

 Take off your hat and toss your hair in the 

 breeze. Plunge into the river and dive and 

 swim. Go sleep in a hammock in the Palace 

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