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The Piper at the Gates of Dawn

           Thenthemurmuroftheapproachingweirbegantoholdtheair,andtheyfeltaconsciousnessthattheywerenearingtheend,whateveritmightbe,thatsurelyawaitedtheirexpedition.

           Awidehalf-circleoffoamandglintinglightsandshiningshouldersofgreenwater,thegreatweirclosedthebackwaterfrombanktobank,troubledallthequietsurfacewithtwirlingeddiesandfloatingfoam-streaks,anddeadenedallothersoundswithitssolemnandsoothingrumble.Inmidmostofthestream,embracedintheweir’sshimmeringarm-spread,asmallislandlayanchored,fringedclosewithwillowandsilverbirchandalder.Reserved,shy,butfullofsignificance,ithidwhateveritmightholdbehindaveil,keepingittillthehourshouldcome,and,withthehour,thosewhowerecalledandchosen.

           Slowly,butwithnodoubtorhesitationwhatever,andinsomethingofasolemnexpectancy,thetwoanimalspassedthroughthebroken,tumultuouswaterandmooredtheirboatattheflowerymarginoftheisland.Insilencetheylanded,andpushedthroughtheblossomandscentedherbageandundergrowththatleduptothelevelground,tilltheystoodonalittlelawnofamarvellousgreen,setroundwithNature’sownorchard-treescrab-apple,wildcherry,andsloe.

           "Thisistheplaceofmysong-dream,theplacethemusicplayedtome,"whisperedtheRat,asifinatrance.

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