Capitolo 85
round off him with so loving words, and it brought such strength and the joy
to the heart of Annie that nothing bad dared to enter in; while slowly
sunk the dark wall, and, on garlands of fragrant flowers, her
fainted again in the pleasant world, the delicate gift more
pale and bending himself/herself/itself, but now shining as a star on his/her breast.
Then the low voice spoke again to Annie ear you/he/she is sleeping, saying,
"The dark, passions of unlovely that you have reputed are in Your heart;
it looks well while they is few and weak, so that they should not darken Your
whole life, and never dams out love and the happiness for. You remember well
the lesson of the dream, the dear child and it made the bright spirits
you manufacture their house Your heart."
And with that voice that plays in his/her ear, small Annie woke up to find
it was a dream; but it likes the other dreams that you/he/she is not passed away; and as her
sat alone, it bathed in the light in the morning rosy, and it looked at the forest
he gave in the life, she thought about the strange forms that she had seen, and,
reputing down the flower on his/her breast, she silently resolved
strive, as she was striven in his/her dream, to return light and
the beauty to his/her grown weak leaves, being what the Fairy hoped to make
his/her, a patient, small kind child. And as the thought it came to her
you mind, the flower raised its head that bends, and, looking above in the
small serious face turned him/it on, it seemed from its fragrant breath to
answers to the silent thought of Annie, and you strengthen her/it for what would come.
In the meantime the forest was active, birds sang theirs cheerful good-tomorrow
from tree to tree, while leaf and flower turned to greet the sun,
who of rose on smiling on the world; and so under of the branches of forest
and through the dewy fields the small house Annie went, better and more wise man
for his/her dream.
Flowers in autumn were leaves dead and buried, yellow rustling secular on the
obstacles, dismal winds went whistling through the trees naked, and cold,