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I stayed for some days in the country air, and when I came back I went to the field again to enjoy that peaceful spot before entering London. But there was still something ominous among the osiers. I STAYED FOR SOME DAYS IN THE COUNTRY AIR AND WHEN I CAME BACK I WENT TO THE FIELD AGAIN TO ENJOY THAT PEACEFUL SPOT BEFORE ENTERING LONDON BUT THERE WAS STILL SOMETHING OMINOUS AMONG THE OSIERS
gate of filigree silver opening on fairyland, one passes into the country. To left and right, as far as one can see, stretches that monstrous city; before one are the fields like an old, old song. There is a field there that is full of king-cups. A stream runs through it, and along the stream is a little wood of osiers. There I used often to rest at the streams edge before my long journey to the hills. There I used to forget London, street by street. Sometimes I picked a bunch of king-cups to show them to the hills. I often came there. At first I noticed nothing about the field except its beauty and its peacefulness. But the second time that I came I thought there was something ominous about the field. Down there among the king-cups by the little shallow stream I felt that something terrible might happen in just such a place. I did not stay long there, because I thought that too much time spent in London had brought on these morbid fancies and I went on to the hills as fast as I could.  AS THROUGH SOME GATE OF FILIGREE SILVER OPENING ON FAIRYLAND ONE PASSES INTO THE COUNTRY TO LEFT AND RIGHT AS FAR AS ONE CAN SEE STRETCHES THAT MONSTROUS CITY BEFORE ONE ARE THE FIELDS LIKE AN OLD OLD SONG THERE IS A FIELD THERE THAT IS FULL OF KIN CUPS A STREAM RUNS THROUGH IT AND ALONG THE STREAM IS A LITTLE WOOD OF OSIERS THERE I USED OFTEN TO REST AT THE STREAM'S EDGE BEFORE MY LONG JOURNEY TO THE HILLS THERE I USED TO FORGET LONDON STREET BY STREET SOMETIMES I PICKED A BUNCH OF KIN CUPS TO SHOW THEM TO THE HILLS I OFTEN CAME THERE AT FIRST I NOTICED NOTHING ABOUT THE FIELD EXCEPT ITS BEAUTY AND ITS PEACEFULNESS BUT THE SECOND TIME THAT I CAME I THOUGHT THAT THERE WAS SOMETHING OMINOUS ABOUT THE FIELD DOWN THERE AMONG THE KIN CUPS BY THE LITTLE SHALLOW STREAM I FELT THAT SOMETHING TERRIBLE MIGHT HAPPEN IN JUST SUCH A PLACE I DID NOT STAY LONG THERE BECAUSE I THOUGHT THAT TOO MUCH TIME SPENT IN LONDON HAD BROUGHT ON THESE MORBID FANCIES AND I WENT ON TO THE HILLS AS FAST AS I COULD
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