Courtesy of Maxfield Parrish...
And the lost delight of slow communication, a letter from George Eliot to Miss Lewis, October 1, 1841
Is
not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love —
that makes life and nature harmonize. The birds are consulting about
their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues
of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one’s very footsteps may
not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that
is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very
soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth
seeking the successive autumns.
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