第12部分(第2/7 頁)

ating　upon　them？　And；　when　the　hour　of　rest　was　over；　should　I　spring　to　my　feet　as　then　I　did；　eager　to　put　forth　my　strength　again？　No；　no；　what　I　remember　is　just　one　moment　of　my　earlier　life；　linked　by　accident　with　that　picture　of　the　Suffolk　landscape。　The　place　no　longer　exists；　it　never　existed　save　for　me。　For　it　is　the　mind　which　creates　the　world　about　us；　and；　even　though　we　stand　side　by　side　in　the　same　meadow；　my　eyes　will　never　see　what　is　beheld　by　yours；　my　heart　will　never　stir　to　the　emotions　with　which　yours　is　touched。

XI

I　awoke　a　little　after　four　o'clock。　There　was　sunlight　upon　the　blind；　that　pure　gold　of　the　earliest　beam　which　always　makes　me　think　of　Dante's　angels。　I　had　slept　unusually　well；　without　a　dream；　and　felt　the　blessing　of　rest　through　all　my　frame；　my　head　was　clear；　my　pulse　beat　temperately。　And；　when　I　had　lain　thus　for　a　few　minutes；　asking　myself　what　book　I　should　reach　from　the　shelf　that　hangs　near　my　pillow；　there　came　upon　me　a　desire　to　rise　and　go　forth　into　the　early　morning。　On　the　moment　I　bestirred　myself。　The　drawing　up　of　the　blind；　the　opening　of　the　window；　only　increased　my　zeal；　and　I　was　soon　in　the　garden；　then　out　in　the　road；　walking　light…heartedly　I　cared　not　whither。

How　long　is　it　since　I　went　forth　at　the　hour　of　summer　sunrise？　It　is　one　of　the　greatest　pleasures；　physical　and　mental；　that　any　man　in　moderate　health　can　grant　himself；　yet　hardly　once　in　a　year　do　mood　and　circumstance　bine　to　put　it　within　one's　reach。　The　habit　of　lying　in　bed　hours　after　broad　daylight　is　strange　enough；　if　one　thinks　of　it；　a　habit　entirely　evil；　one　of　the　most　foolish　changes　made　by　modern　system　in　the　healthier　life　of　the　old　time。　But　that　my　energies　are　not　equal　to　such　great　in