INJULY
OnehastheleisureofJulyforperceivingallthedifferencesofthegreenofleaves。Itisnolongeradifferenceindegreesofmaturity，forallthetreeshavedarkenedtotheirfinaltone，andstandintheirdifferencesofcharacterandnotofmeredate。
Almostallthegreenisgrave，notsadandnotdull。Ithasadarkenedandadailycolour，inmajesticbutnotobviousharmonywithdarkgreyskies，andmightlook，toinconstanteyes，asprosaicafterspringaseleveno’clocklooksafterthedawn。
Gravityistheword——notsolemnityastowardsevening，normenaceasatnight。ThedaylighttreesofJulyaresignsofcommonbeauty，commonfreshness，andamysteryfamiliarandabidingasnightandday。Inchildhoodweallhaveamoreexaltedsenseofdawnandsummersunrisethanweeverfullyretainorquiterecover；andalsoafarhighersensibilityforAprilandAprilevenings——aheartacheforthem，whichinriperyearsisgraduallyandirretrievablyconsoled。
But，ontheotherhand，childhoodhassoquicklylearnedtofinddailythingstedious，andfamiliarthingsimportunate，thatithasnogreatdelightinthemeremiddleoftheday，andfeelswearinessofthesummerthathasceasedtochangevisibly。Thepoetryofmeredayandoflatesummerbecomesperceptibletomatureeyesthathavelongceasedtobesated，havetakenleaveofweariness，andcannotnowfindanythinginnaturetoofamiliar；eyeswhichhave，indeed，lostsightofthefurtheraweofmidsummerdaybreak，andnolongerseesomuchofthepastinApriltwilightastheysawwhentheyhadnopast；butwhichlookfreshlyatthedailinessofgreensummer，ofearlyafternoon，ofeveryskyofanyformthatcomestopass，andofthedarkenedelms。