Platonic love -- Fiction; Psychological fiction; Schoolboys -- England -- Fiction; Teenage boys -- England -- Fiction
‘Beloved Pan, and all ye other gods who haunt this place, give
me beauty in the inward soul; and may the outward and inward
man be at one. May I reckon the wise to be the wealthy, and
may I have such a quantity of gold as a temperate man and he
only can bear and carry.――Phaedrus, need we anything more? The
prayer I think is enough for me....’
* * * * *
The sounds about him drew farther and farther away as though fading
back into dreamland. A clear light, pale green, like a reflection from
some deep pool, was in the sky. The whole world was changed, and he
seemed to be wandering in a country of gentle streams and meadows,
while the green grass was gay with yellow daffodils.
* * * * *
The sunlight slanted lower, falling on the upper windows of the school.
Was his dream less real than that soft light, he wondered? Did not
both come from somewhere in the clouds? It explained so much; it pushed
back, as it were, the horizon. Plato had believed in it. Could it be,
then, that there were certain persons――like Plato, like himself――who
were actually nearer to the unseen than others were? Surely things came
to him, with the scent of flowers, with the sighing of wind, with the
splash of the sea! There was a spirit which breathed upon him from the
rustling trees and from the grass under his feet.
VII
When the summer holidays came round he brought his companion home with
him. Hot and dusty after their journey and the long drive from the
station, they were glad enough to catch a glimpse of the house when
yet some distance away. And as the evening sun, washing the beeches
with soft red-gold, fell obliquely on the upper windows, the effect for
the young visitor was one of a singularly peaceful beauty, such as he
had never before known. Standing back among the trees in the midst of
that green terraced garden――a house of stillness and of charm――to him
it appeared to be, as indeed it was, cut off completely from the outer
world――the world, at least, as it had been for him; a London life, a
hurried, anyhow existence when he joined his people in the holidays.
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