6. BLUE GRASS
“Is not this the mountain of blue grass?” asked the stranger. “Why is the grass as green as in our common meadows?”
“It was never any other colour,” said the native.
“It looked blue from afar,” protested the traveller, “and I have journeyed a long and difficult way to find it.”
“You had better have stayed at home,” answered the native.
“No,” returned the stranger, with a sad smile, “I had better have come, but now I will go home. The grass there has become blue.”
7. THE POET
“What is that lovely thing you have in your heart? Why do you not sing of it?” asked the Muse.
“I have not yet lost it,” answered the Poet.