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I love the lime trees — trees of the Pentecost — with their leaves turning to tongues of fire as they shake under the strokes of wind and sunlight. I love the cold purity of the sky on winter evenins s that o et dark so soon. How all the stars look at one ! The heavens declare the glory of God. Ah ! I'm talking far too much I LOVE THE LIME TREES TREES OF THE PENTECOST WITH THEIR LEAVES TURNING TO TONGUES OF FIRES THEY SHAKE UNDER THE STROKES OF WIND AND SUNLIGHT I LOVE THE COLD PURITY OF THE SKY ON WINTER EVENINGS THAT GET DARK SO SOON HOW ALL THE STARS LOOK AT ME THE HEAVENS DECLARE THE GLORY OF GOD AH I'M TALKING FAR TOO MUCH
. But the curate's banalities, the superstitiousness of the people, and the per- fectly evil singing of the choir vexed me. Then it occurred to me that if I went for a walk on Sunday evening instead, I could get the service without the church. I could have the sunset and the aspirations, the longings for the far-away that it produces." THE OCTAVE OF CLAUDIUS. 21 He stopped abruptly, and noticed that the servant was listening with rather a puzzled face. He turned to him. " Wait outside, Francis," he said. When the man had retired, the doctor besran to pace the room, and went on talking. Under his very thick sandy eyebrows and long lashes his grey eyes grew luminous. " Sometimes it's in the spring. Damn it ! there's nothing like a spring evening. I'm in earnest about it. The poetry of it is so strenu- ous and yet so quiet ; so full of fresh life, and yet so full of the old peace that still passes all understanding. But it's always as the service of God that I take my Sunday evening walk. YS WENT TO CHURCH ON SUNDAY EVENINGS AND THERE WAS MUCH IN IT THAT I ENJOYED BUT THE CURATES BANILLYTICS THE SUPERSTITIOUSNESS OF THE PEOPLE AND THE PERFECTLY EVIL SINGING OF THE CHOIR VEXED ME IT OCCURRED TO ME THAT IF I WENT FOR A WALK ON SUNDAY EVENING INSTEAD I COULD GET THE SERVICE WITHOUT THE CHURCH I COULD HAVE THE SUNSET AND THE ASPIRATIONS THE LONGING FOR THE FAR AWAY THAT IT PRODUCES HE STOPPED ABRUPTLY AND NOTICED THAT THE SERVANT WAS LISTENING WITH A RATHER PUZZLED FACE HE TURNED TO HIM WAIT OUTSIDE FRANCIS HE SAID WHEN THE MAN RETIRED THE DOCTOR BEGAN TO PACE THE ROOM AND WENT ON TALKING UNDER HIS VERY THICK SANDY EYEBROWS AND LONG LASHES HIS GRAY EYES GREW LUMINOUS SOMETIMES IT'S IN THE SPRING DAMN IT THERE'S NOTHING LIKE A SPRING EVENING I'M IN EARNEST ABOUT IT THE POETRY OF IT IS SO STRENUOUS AND YET SO QUIET SO FULL OF FRESH LIFE AND YET SO FULL OF THE OLD PIECE THAT STILL PASSES ALL UNDERSTANDING BUT IT'S ALWAYS AS THE SERVICE OF GOD THAT I TAKE MY SUNDAY EVENING WALK
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