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The Piper at the Gates of Dawn

           

           Thelineofthehorizonwasclearandhardagainstthesky,andinoneparticularquarteritshowedblackagainstasilveryclimbingphosphorescencethatgrewandgrew.Atlast,overtherimofthewaitingearththemoonliftedwithslowmajestytillitswungclearofthehorizonandrodeoff,freeofmoorings;andoncemoretheybegantoseesurfacesmeadowswide-spread,andquietgardens,andtheriveritselffrombanktobank,allsoftlydisclosed,allwashedcleanofmysteryandterror,allradiantagainasbyday,butwithadifferencethatwastremendous.Theiroldhauntsgreetedthemagaininotherraiment,asiftheyhadslippedawayandputonthispurenewapparelandcomequietlyback,smilingastheyshylywaitedtoseeiftheywouldberecognisedagainunderit.

           Fasteningtheirboattoawillow,thefriendslandedinthissilent,silverkingdom,andpatientlyexploredthehedges,thehollowtrees,therunnelsandtheirlittleculverts,theditchesanddrywater-ways.Embarkingagainandcrossingover,theyworkedtheirwayupthestreaminthismanner,whilethemoon,sereneanddetachedinacloudlesssky,didwhatshecould,thoughsofaroff,tohelpthemintheirquest;tillherhourcameandshesankearthwardsreluctantly,andleftthem,andmysteryoncemoreheldfieldandriver.

           Thenachangebeganslowlytodeclareitself.Thehorizonbecameclearer,fieldandtreecamemoreintosight,andsomehowwithadifferentlook;themysterybegantodropawayfromthem.

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