Fragrant Quotation December 13th, 2011From the Niger to the Nile, Volume 1 By Boyd Alexander, Percy Amaury Talbot

The path now rose and dipped up and down pretty hills, and followed the curves of the valleys across the lines of green luxuriance in the hollows, where wound swift-running streams, which spread into marshy pools covered with a glory of lily cups, some white, some a Wedgwood blue and others blue slashed with pink. It was along these green-shaded watercourses and round the lily pools, in that enchanted hour *at sunrise when Earth seems exhaling the fragrance of the just-departed fairies she has couched, and again when day pauses with drooped eyelids to catch the sound of night's soft foot-fall, I heard for the first time the entrancing song of the red thrush. More lovely in voice than the nightingale, more shy than she, his song seems the soaring spirit of the haunts in which he dwells; first, whispering notes like little puffs of wind through green leaves; then a soft soliloquy of liquid sounds like the stream that runs below his singing-bough, so sad that it is surely here beneath these waters that Narcissus lies. Quicker and louder mounts the song, to break in long notes that swoop and thrill with a passion that is all the sweet bird's own. Hours have I watched to catch sight of the maker of such pure music—but never to see more than a flash of red in the interval of silence before the fountain of song started to shower again from some fresh-enchanted tree—until I almost came to believe that it was a spirit bodiless, and to think it most right that a voice which could interpret the heart-beat of Earth, should be too great to dwell in a tenement more confined than the air.
From the Niger to the Nile, Volume 1
By Boyd Alexander, Percy Amaury Talbot