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As a boy he constructed so vividly in imagination that he came to believe in the living reality of his creations: for everybody and everything he found names real names. Inside him somewhere stretched immense playgrounds, compared to which the hay-fields and lawns of his father's estate seemed trivial: plains without horizon, seas deep enough to float the planets like corks, and "such tremendous forests" with "trees like / tall pointed hilltops." He had only to close his eyes, drop his thoughts / inwards, sink after them himself, call aloud and see.