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Where
the
river
swayed
a
living
stream
,
And
the
light
a
pure
and
cloudless
beam
:
The
land
of
vision
it
would
seem
,
And
still
an
everlasting
dream
.
”
The
last
two
lines
are
the
shepherd
’
s
own
remark
,
and
a
matter
of
opinion
.
But
it
is
clear
,
I
think
,
that
Kilmeny
must
have
described
the
same
country
as
Durante
saw
,
though
,
not
having
his
experience
,
she
could
neither
understand
nor
describe
it
so
well
.
Now
I
must
give
you
such
fragments
of
recollection
as
Diamond
was
able
to
bring
back
with
him
.
When
he
came
to
himself
after
he
fell
,
he
found
himself
at
the
back
of
the
north
wind
.
North
Wind
herself
was
nowhere
to
be
seen
.
Neither
was
there
a
vestige
of
snow
or
of
ice
within
sight
.
The
sun
too
had
vanished
;
but
that
was
no
matter
,
for
there
was
plenty
of
a
certain
still
rayless
light
.
Where
it
came
from
he
never
found
out
;
but
he
thought
it
belonged
to
the
country
itself
.
Sometimes
he
thought
it
came
out
of
the
flowers
,
which
were
very
bright
,
but
had
no
strong
colour
.
He
said
the
river
—
for
all
agree
that
there
is
a
river
there
—
flowed
not
only
through
,
but
over
grass
:
its
channel
,
instead
of
being
rock
,
stones
,
pebbles
,
sand
,
or
anything
else
,
was
of
pure
meadow
grass
,
not
over
long
.
He
insisted
that
if
it
did
not
sing
tunes
in
people
’
s
ears
,
it
sung
tunes
in
their
heads
,
in
proof
of
which
I
may
mention
that
,
in
the
troubles
which
followed
,
Diamond
was
often
heard
singing
;
and
when
asked
what
he
was
singing
,
would
answer
,
“
One
of
the
tunes
the
river
at
the
back
of
the
north
wind
sung
.
”
And
I
may
as
well
say
at
once
that
Diamond
never
told
these
things
to
any
one
but
—
no
,
I
had
better
not
say
who
it
was
;
but
whoever
it
was
told
me
,
and
I
thought
it
would
be
well
to
write
them
for
my
child
-
readers
.
He
could
not
say
he
was
very
happy
there
,
for
he
had
neither
his
father
nor
mother
with
him
,
but
he
felt
so
still
and
quiet
and
patient
and
contented
,
that
,
as
far
as
the
mere
feeling
went
,
it
was
something
better
than
mere
happiness
.
Nothing
went
wrong
at
the
back
of
the
north
wind
.
Neither
was
anything
quite
right
,
he
thought
.
Only
everything
was
going
to
be
right
some
day
.
His
account
disagreed
with
that
of
Durante
,
and
agreed
with
that
of
Kilmeny
,
in
this
,
that
he
protested
there
was
no
wind
there
at
all
.
I
fancy
he
missed
it
.
At
all
events
we
could
not
do
without
wind
.
It
all
depends
on
how
big
our
lungs
are
whether
the
wind
is
too
strong
for
us
or
not
When
the
person
he
told
about
it
asked
him
whether
he
saw
anybody
he
knew
there
,
he
answered
,
“
Only
a
little
girl
belonging
to
the
gardener
,
who
thought
he
had
lost
her
,
but
was
quite
mistaken
,
for
there
she
was
safe
enough
,
and
was
to
come
back
some
day
,
as
I
came
back
,
if
they
would
only
wait
.
”
