«So loveliness reigned and stillness, and together made the shape of loveliness itself, a form from which life had parted; solitary like a pool at evening, far distant, seen from a train window, vanishing so quickly that the pool, pale in the evening, is scarcely robbed of its solitude, though once seen. Loveliness and stillness clasped hands in the bedroom, and the soft of the clammy sea airs, rubbing, snuffling, iterating, and reiterating their questions — Will you fade? Will you perish? — scarcely disturbed the peace, the indifference, the air of pure integrity, as if the question they asked scarcely needed that they should answer: we remain.»
Posted on: Wed, 27 Aug 2014 11:50:05 +0000
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