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into some unrealised liberty ; some 
boundless freedom wide enough tor 
his soul to run at large in. The 
glow of that hour lasted long, and 
as fast as it began to fade was re- 
newed by the touch of another 
poet; for the boy had found his 
way to the singers, and the world 
was Hooded with music. He walked 
on air in the ecstasy of those first 
days of fellowship with the seers, 
the thinkers, and the poets. The 
fields about him seemed to spread 
to the horizon as he ran, and they 
were swept by gusts ot fragrance 
from the immortal fields where the 
vanished singers chant beyond the 
touch of care and time ; the wood- 
were haunted with halt-seen forms 
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