And I wanted to go back there,
as ghosts may desire to revisit the glimpses of the moon.
That is why, on the first free afternoon I had, I changed into the
selfsame brown frock, put on the brown hat with the yellow quill in
it, and slipped out of Hynds House alone. It wasn't a gray afternoon
this time, but a clear, bright, sun-shiny one, all blue and gold and
green, and with the pleasantest of friendly winds a-frolicking, and
a pine-scented air with a pungent and a vital bite to it.
I went along the highroad for a while, crossed the weedy, ferny
ditch that separated it from the fallow fields beyond, and struck
into the deserted foot-path that leads to the Enchanted Wood.
It was very lonesome, very peaceful. I could see the pine-trees I
love swaying and rocking against the blue, blue sky; I could catch
the low-hummed tune they crooned to themselves and the winds; I
could sniff a thousand woodsy odors. Spears of sunlight made bright
blobs on the brown grass; and every littlest bush and shrub wore a
shimmering halo, as you see the blessed ones backgrounded in old
pictures. There was a bird twittering somewhere; occasionally a twig
snapped with a quick, secret sharpness; and once a thin brown rabbit
took to his heels, right under my feet.
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