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Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider), 1856-1925

"Beatrice"

But
the thread of silver that was your line of life, sprang up quivering and
making a sound like sighs, till at last it sighed itself to silence.
"Then I seemed to sleep, and when I woke I was floating upon such a
misty sea as we saw last night. I had lost all sight of land, and I
could not remember what the stars were like, nor how I had been taught
to steer, nor understand where I must go. I called to the sea, and asked
it of the stars, and the sea answered me thus:
"'Hope has rent her raiment, and the stars are set.'
"I called again, and asked of the land where I should go, and the land
did not answer, but the sea answered me a second time:
"'Child of the mist, wander in the mist, and in darkness seek for
light.'
"Then I wept because Hope had rent her starry garment and in darkness I
must seek for light. And while I still wept, _you_ rose out of the sea
and sat before me in the boat. I had never seen you before, and still
I felt that I had known you always. You did not speak, and I did not
speak, but you looked into my heart and saw its trouble. Then I looked
into your heart, and read what was written.


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