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Spires and Gargoyles
Kerry,whosawthroughhispoeticpattertothesolid,almostrespectabledepthswithin,wasimmenselyamusedandwouldhavehimrecitepoetrybythehour,whilehelaywithclosedeyesonAmory’ssofaandlistened:
"Asleeporwakingisit?forherneck
Kissedoverclose,wearsyetapurplespeck
Whereinthepainedbloodfaltersandgoesout;
Softandstungsoftly—fairerforafleck..."
"That’sgood,"Kerrywouldsaysoftly."ItpleasestheelderHoliday.That’sagreatpoet,Iguess."Tom,delightedatanaudience,wouldramblethroughthe"PoemsandBallades"untilKerryandAmoryknewthemalmostaswellashe.
Amorytooktowritingpoetryonspringafternoons,inthegardensofthebigestatesnearPrinceton,whileswansmadeeffectiveatmosphereintheartificialpools,andslowcloudssailedharmoniouslyabovethewillows.Maycametoosoon,andsuddenlyunabletobearwalls,hewanderedthecampusatallhoursthroughstarlightandrain.
ADAMPSYMBOLICINTERLUDE
Thenightmistfell.Fromthemoonitrolled,clusteredaboutthespiresandtowers,andthensettledbelowthem,sothatthedreamingpeakswerestillinloftyaspirationtowardthesky.Figuresthatdottedthedaylikeantsnowbrushedalongasshadowyghosts,inandoutoftheforeground.TheGothichallsandcloisterswereinfinitelymoremysteriousastheyloomedsuddenlyoutofthedarkness,outlinedeachbymyriadfaintsquaresofyellowlight.
