the quest of the golden girl-第32节

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　each　spring；　sweet　memories　grow　more　sweet；　what　was　silver　is　now　gold；　and　as　years　go　by；　the　very　death　of　love　becomes　its　immortality。

I　think　I　shall　never　hear　Elizabeth's　voice　again；　never　look　into　her　eyes；　never　kiss　her　dear　lipsbut　Elizabeth　is　still　mine；　and　I　am　hers；　as　in　that　morning　when　we　kissed　in　that　little　chancel　amid　the　flickering　light；　and　passed　out　into　the　sun　and　down　the　lanes；　to　our　little　home　among　the　meadow…sweet。

She　is　still　as　real　to　me　as　the　stars；and；　alas；　as　far　away！　　I　think　no　thought　that　does　not　fly　to　her；　I　have　no　joys　I　do　not　share　with　her；　I　tell　her　when　the　spring　is　here；　and　we　sit　beneath　the　moon　and　listen　to　the　nightjar　together。　　Sometimes　we　are　merry　together　as　in　the　old　time；　and　our　laughter　makes　nightfaring　folk　to　cross　themselves；　my　work；　my　dreams；　my　loves；　are　all　hers；　and　my　very　sins　are　sinned　for　her　sake。

Two　years　did　Elizabeth　and　I　know　the　love　that　passeth　all　understanding；　and　day　by　day　the　chestnut　upon　her　head　was　more　and　the　gold　less；　till　the　day　came　that　she　had　prophesied；　and　with　the　day　a　little　child；　whose　hair　had　stolen　all　her　mother's　gold；　as　her　heart　had　drained　away　her　mother's　life。

Ah！　reader；　may　it　be　long　before　you　kneel　at　the　bedside　of　her　you　love　best　in　the　world；　and　know　that　of　all　your　love　is　left　but　a　hundred　heart…beats；　while　opposite　sits　Death；　watch　in　hand；　and　fingers　upon　her　wrist。

〃Husband；〃　whispered　Elizabeth；　as　we　looked　at　each　other　for　the　last　time；　〃let　her　be　your　little　golden　girl　。　。　。〃

And　then　a　strange　sweetness　stole　over　her　face；　and　the　dream　of　Elizabeth's　life　was　ended。

As　I　write　I　hear　in　the　still　house　the　running　of　little　feet；　a　fairy　patter　sweet　and　terrible　to　the　heart。

Little　feet；　little　feetperhaps　if　I　follow　you　I　shall　find　again　our　mother　that　is　lost。　Perhaps　Elizabeth　left　you　with　me　that　I　should　not　miss　the　way。

Tout　par　soullas。




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