Walter Besant,
The Eulogy of Richard Jefferies
“ As the wind, wandering over the sea, takes from each wave an invisible portion, and brings to those on shore the ethereal essence of ocean, so the air lingering among the woods and hedges—green waves and billows—became full of fine atoms of summer. Swept from notched hawthorn-leaves, broad-topped oak-leaves, narrow ash sprays and oval willows; from vast elm cliffs and sharp-taloned brambles [Pg 258] under; brushed from the waving grasses and stiffening corn, the dust of the sunshine was borne along and breathed. ”
