Algernon Blackwood,
The Centaur — Chapter XXVVIII
(1911)
“ The first and natural expression of the Earth's vitality lies in a dancing movement of purest joy and happiness--that for me is the gist of what remains. Those near enough to Nature feel it. I myself remembered days in spring ... my thoughts, borne upon some sweet emotion, traveled far...."And not of the Earth alone," he interrupted my dreaming in a voice like singing, "but of the entire Universe. The spheres and constellations weave across the fields of ether the immense old rhythm of their divine, eternal dance...!" ”
