All through the book we find the same philosophy, even in the beautiful studies of student life and the memories of childhood.

So it is quite a melancholy book, though the sadness be beautiful.

I have given you examples of the sadness of doubt and of the sadness of love; but there is yet a third kind of sadness--the sadness of a childless man, wishing that he could have a child of his own.

It is a very pretty thing, simply entitled "Scheveningen Avenue"-- probably the name of the avenue where the incident occurred.

The poet does not tell us how it occurred, but we can very well guess.