If there is anything more beautiful than a moonlight summer night in the heart of the Forest of Dean, it is its transformation into a summer morning, with the sparkle of dew on the grass, and the sunrise on the trees; with the music of birds, and the freshness that gives all these their charm.
Hoar describes the enchanting transformation of a summer night into morning in the Forest of Dean, highlighting its beauty.
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