And very small are all their pleasant cities, and all men are known to one another therein, and bless one another by name as they meet in the streets. And they have a broad, green way in every city that comes in out of some vale or wood or down-land, and wanders in and out about the city between the houses and across the streets; and the people walk along it never at all, but every year at her appointed time Spring walks along it from the flowery lands, causing the anemone to bloom on the green way and all the early joys of hidden woods, or deep, secluded vales, or triumphant down-lands, whose heads lift up so proudly, far aloof from cities. Sometimes waggoners or shepherds walk along this way, they that have come into the city from over cloudy ridges, and the townsmen hinder them not, for there is a tread that troubleth the grass and a tread that trouble it not, and each man in his own heart, knows which tread he hath.”
Dunsany, Lord. (1910) Poltarnees, Beholder of Ocean, in At the Edge of the World. (pp. 70). New York, NY: Ballantine Books.