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Here, sitting in this little wooded glen, a dozen delightful suggestions come to mind. The fresh smell of the wood turf, the delicious murmur of the brook, the hoarse sound of the wind in the pines, the ends of the boughs dripping light, the deep, cool recesses filled with half luminous, warm shadow, are a suggestion of far-off Vallombrosa, with its thick leanness. Then there is a scent of sedge and mint that comes in whiffs, moist and delicious, that puts before you those delightful descriptive poems of Sidney Lanier, where he pictures the marsh country and the swelling, flooding tides, rolling in and sobbing in the reeds and rushes.-
augusta Larned