The Wild Wood is pretty well populated by now; 

with all the usual lot, 

good, bad, and indifferent 

— I name no names. 

It takes all sorts to make a world.

After all, the best part of a holiday 

is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, 

as to see all the other fellows busy working.

Spring was moving in the air above 

and in the earth below and around him, 

penetrating even his dark and lowly little house 

with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.