[Phantastes by George MacDonald]@TWC D-Link bookPhantastes CHAPTER X 4/16
Content!--Oh, how gladly would I die of the light of her eyes! Yea, I would cease to be, if that would bring me one word of love from the one mouth.
The twilight sank around, and infolded me with sleep.
I slept as I had not slept for months.
I did not awake till late in the morning; when, refreshed in body and mind, I rose as from the death that wipes out the sadness of life, and then dies itself in the new morrow. Again I followed the stream; now climbing a steep rocky bank that hemmed it in; now wading through long grasses and wild flowers in its path; now through meadows; and anon through woods that crowded down to the very lip of the water. At length, in a nook of the river, gloomy with the weight of overhanging foliage, and still and deep as a soul in which the torrent eddies of pain have hollowed a great gulf, and then, subsiding in violence, have left it full of a motionless, fathomless sorrow--I saw a little boat lying.
So still was the water here, that the boat needed no fastening. It lay as if some one had just stepped ashore, and would in a moment return.
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