I've been betrothed to you and I never realized how beautiful you could be!" 320 Isle of View Electra was elated. "You mean that's why you were in a trance? Because of me?' * "Yes. I never.

Feed and lodging ere we hastened to the river that broke over a weir not a quarter of a mile away. Imagine a stream seventy yards broad divided by a pebbly island running over seductive "riffles" and swirling into deep quiet pools where the good salmon goes to smoke his pipe after meals. Get such a stream amid fields of breast-high.
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Of the water. . . Youth the penny that bought delight of the moon. " ***** A POEM AMORY SENT TO ELEANOR AND WHICH HE CALLED "SUMMER STORM" "Faint winds and a song fading and leaves falling Faint winds and far away a fading laughter. . . And the rain and over the fields a voice calling. . . Our gray blown cloud scurries and lifts above Slides on the sun and flutters there to waft her Sisters on. The shadow of a dove Falls on the cote the trees are filled with wings; And down the valley through the crying trees The body of the darker storm flies; brings With its new air the breath of sunken seas And slender tenuous thunder. . . But I wait. . . Wait for the mists and for the blacker rain-- Heavier winds that stir the veil of fate Happier winds that pile her hair; Again They tear.
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