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"The wren," he says, "is an active songster among the hazel boughs. Beautifully hooded birds, wood-peckers, fair white birds, herons, sea-gulls, come to visit me." There is no mournful music in his island; and as for loneliness, there is no such thing in "My lowly little abode, hidden in a mane of green-barked yew-tree.
Its green-barked, withe-like limbs seem willing to grow in any direction down, up, sidewise and the result is a peculiar formlessness that has its own merit.
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