“She wept with pity and delight,She blush’d with love and virgin shame,And like the murmur of a dreamI heard her breathe my name.“Her bosom heaved, she stepp’d asideAs conscious of my look she stept,Then suddenly, with timorous eye,She fled to me and wept.”
“She wept with pity and delight,She blush’d with love and virgin shame,And like the murmur of a dreamI heard her breathe my name.“Her bosom heaved, she stepp’d asideAs conscious of my look she stept,Then suddenly, with timorous eye,She fled to me and wept.”
“She wept with pity and delight,She blush’d with love and virgin shame,And like the murmur of a dreamI heard her breathe my name.
“Her bosom heaved, she stepp’d asideAs conscious of my look she stept,Then suddenly, with timorous eye,She fled to me and wept.”
Mary saw what Lilias did not see, the horseman at the foot of the slope. He looked and smiled, and signed to her over the lovely head in the sunshine. He was brown and ruddy with health and travel, his eyes shining, his breath coming quick. Three years! as long as a lifetime—but it was over. Suddenly, “Lily—my little Lily,” he cried, unable to keep silence more.
She sprang to her feet like a startled deer; the book fell from her hands; her eyes gave a great gleam and flash, and softened in the golden light of sunset and tenderness. The poetry or the life, which was the most sweet? “Yes, Mr. Geoff,” she said.
THE END.
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