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In the train you see them suddenly round a curve, and there they all are sitting in the sun. IN THE TRAIN YOU SEE THEM SUDDENLY ROUND A CURVE AND THERE THEY ALL ARE SITTING IN THE SUN
om afar both in leagues and years, for the hills that call one are the hills that were, and their voices are the voices of long ago, when the elf-kings still had horns. I see them now, those hills of my infancy (for it is they that call), with their faces upturned to the purple twilight, and the faint diaphanous figures of the fairies peering out from under the bracken to see if evening is come. I do not see upon their regal summits those desirable mansions, and highly desirable residences, which have lately been built for gentlemen who would exchange customers for tenants. When the hills called I used to go to them by road, riding a bicycle. If you go by train you miss the gradual approach, you do not cast off London like an old forgiven sin, nor pass by little villages on the way that must have some rumour of the hills; nor, wondering if they are still the same, come at last upon the edge of their far-spread robes, and so on to their feet, and see far off their holy, welcoming faces.  GOLIATH THE CALL IS FROM AFAR BOTH IN LEAGUES AND YEARS FOR THE HILLS THAT CALL ONE ARE THE HILLS THAT WERE AND THEIR VOICES ARE THE VOICES OF LONG AGO WHEN THE ELF KINGS STILL HAD HORNS I SEE THEM NOW THOSE HILLS OF MY INFANCY FOR IT IS THEY THAT CALL WITH THEIR FACES UPTURNED TO THE PURPLE TWILIGHT AND THE FAINT DIAPHANOUS FIGURES OF THE FAIRIES PEERING OUT FROM UNDER THE BRACKEN TO SEE IF EVENING IS COME I DO NOT SEE UPON THEIR REGAL SUMMITS THOSE DESIRABLE MANSIONS AND HIGHLY DESIRABLE RESIDENCES WHICH HAVE LATELY BEEN BUILT FOR GENTLEMEN WHO WOULD EXCHANGE CUSTOMERS FOR TENANTS WHEN THE HILLS CALLED I USED TO GO TO THEM BY ROAD RIDING A BICYCLE IF YOU GO BY TRAIN YOU MISS THE GRADUAL APPROACH YOU DO NOT CAST OFF LONDON LIKE AN OLD FORGIVEN SIN NOR PASS BY LITTLE VILLAGES ON THE WAY THAT MUST HAVE SOME RUMOR OF THE HILLS NOR WONDERING IF THEY ARE STILL THE SAME COME AT LAST UPON THE EDGE OF THEIR FAR SPREAD ROBES AND SO ON TO THEIR FEET AND SEE FAR OFF THEIR WHOLLY WELCOMING FACES
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