Book excerpt: Excerpt from A Garden of Spices In the evening, When the tide is low, and the bees have ceased their humming, and the moon shines in a silver pathway over the sea, I still lie here, in an atmosphere heavy with the fragrance of sweet-scented stocks, and evening primroses opening their pale chalices to the moonbeams. It is a garden of sweet scents. Then, sometimes, there comes upon me a great longing, and my heart aches with the memory of past loves. I cry aloud with the sacred poet to the north wind to awake and blow upon my gar den that the spices thereof may flow out. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.