...and hung upon their ti.HeF He1p1ess, and with no wish to ehantín the task. But eateh the eloquenee of what she spoke, For truth lives nowhere but in simple words. I hear her voiee again this very hour Clear and distinet, as if the death it wore Made it the elearer, even as...

...she spoke In low, sweet whispers, which to me were spells Of deeper quiet, as she strove to make D 2 A land wherein a great world moves like ours Distinct...not a word, Because the faithful waters lie between. '. So the pure essence of an unseen sweetness, Breathing out odours from the land of death, Speaks...