CHAPTER VII.
A SUMMER MORNING.
“There came a glorious morning, such a one
As dawns but once a season. Mercury
On such a morning would have flung himself
From cloud to cloud, and swum with balanced wings
To some tall mountain: when I said to her,
‘A day for gods to stoop,’ she answered ‘Ay,
And men to soar.’”
Tennyson.
