The Sacred Wood (Le bois sacré)

~The subtle smell of honeysuckle combined with the rich perfume of roses filling the tall white room, and when the June breeze rustled through the Atlas cedars with their bluish leaves, the golden spruces, the black pines of Austria, the hornbeams, the beech trees, and the oaks, a vast fragrance came in through the open window. It seemed to climb an invisible line,...