The vague crying and longing of nature hushed before a present lullaby.

At last he rose and went on with the calling stream.
The narrow path, set about with living green, with the spangly flowers, and between the branches fragments of the blue lift as clear as glass, led down the glen, widening now to hill and dale.

Softening and widening, the world laughed in May.

The stream grew broad and tranquil, with grassy shores overhung by green boughs.

Here and there the bank extended into the flood a little grassy cape edged with violets.