Lying upon that rank, drenched grass, he drew a deep sigh of obliterating release. It was not that his troubles were merely assuaged. They were swallowed up. They were lost in the primal dew of the earth’s first twilights. They were absorbed in the chemistry, faint, flowing, and dim, of that strange vegetable flesh which is so far older than the flesh of man or beast!

He stretched out one of his hands and touched the cool-scaled stalks of a bed of “mare’s tails.” Ah! how his human consciousness sank down into that with which all terrestrial consciousness began!⁠ ⁠…

He was a leaf among leaves⁠ ⁠… among large, cool, untroubled leaves.⁠ ⁠… He had fallen back into the womb of his real mother.⁠ ⁠… He was drenched through and through with darkness and with peace.