204 KIPLING'S SUSSEX
distinct masses, by the rivers Arun, Adur, Ouse and Cuckmere.
Both prose writers and poets have hymned their praises of the great chalk hills of Sussex. Swinburne has put the smooth-swelling downs in a beautiful picture in his " On the South Coast." This poem embraces Shoreham and Lancing. In his verses on Sussex Rudyard Kipling has given us something of the passion of a personal confession. Is not man's deepest love given to the earth ? Hardly a song of love or regret is without this acknowledgment. Are we not all haunted by certain landscapes which come back unbidden, not as common topographical facts, but as vestures of the soul ? To Kipling the Downs are a region untrod by man save by the favour of the Gods. The very soil is full of magic :
" Deeper than our speech and thought; Beyond our reason's sway, Clay of the pit whence we were wrought Yearns to its fellow-clay."
Then we come to Meredith. In " Beauchamp's Career " Mr. Romfrey, from his window at Steyn-ham, saw Cecilia Halkett and Nevil Beauchamp ride off in the early dawn, when they made their strange visit to Bevisham :
" To relieve an uncertainty in Cecilia's face that might