Capitolo 59
image of the swan is floating from, in mean-air and to half road of the wide expanse
of water, he satisfies him/it. Against any battle fights up there--the two is not
well it joined; and so, it separated from everybody that is few and
to fight above all far that is low with the daylight that dies on his,
spotlessness, the swan receives the hit in his/her heart.
Then it came to Death to the great commoner.
Oh, Georgian! I don't think about Death how come having come to you. ME
you think about you as some white to oddly be beautiful that a rose in the daytime
out of these terrestrial swamps where it chases the dark Fowler, and sending forth
the Your note of divine goodbye, spreads Your wings toward the sea open of
the eternity, there to attend my arrival.
VIII
It is one year and four months since Georgian he/she left me, and now
all follows a lot as it did before she came. The family has
their house was moved to in Henderson, while returning as a small society
of travellers that have lost their guide. Sylvia is already married;
his/her brother writes that he must have been soon; his/her mother visits me and
my child, covetously but rarely, on account of his/her delicate health;
and our lives they so more separately grow always. Nobody happens, the
house that has passed to people with whom, over entirely nearly
civilization, I have nothing to do. Today as me I wonder aimlessly around my garden
with my small boy in my arm strange faces repute out there down of
Georgian's window.
And I have from very since gone up again to nature.
When the crop has been gathered by our strong earth, true, a growth
it comes on that late in the causes of year the earth to regain rather of
his/her old green. New blades jump above in the stubble of the wheat;
the clover of beeless works and flowers; far and wide on the lawns
you flux the billows of tufted of the grass; and in the wood the oak-tree
drops you redden him and makes of his/her leaf and trees brown on the vegetable of
June. Everywhere a second spring puts ahead among summer gone and
winter approaching himself/herself/itself to. It is the flood of the abundance over the stuffing of the