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           Buttheyheapthemselvesonme;theysweepmebetweentheirgreatshoulders;Iamturned;Iamtumbled;Iamstretched,amongtheselonglights,theselongwaves,theseendlesspaths,withpeoplepursuing,pursuing.’

           Thesunrosehigher.Bluewaves,greenwavessweptaquickfanoverthebeach,circlingthespikeofsea-hollyandleavingshallowpoolsoflighthereandthereonthesand.Afaintblackrimwasleftbehindthem.Therockswhichhadbeenmistyandsofthardenedandweremarkedwithredclefts.

           Sharpstripesofshadowlayonthegrass,andthedewdancingonthetipsoftheflowersandleavesmadethegardenlikeamosaicofsinglesparksnotyetformedintoonewhole.Thebirds,whosebreastswerespeckedcanaryandrose,nowsangastrainortwotogether,wildly,likeskatersrollickingarm-in-arm,andweresuddenlysilent,breakingasunder.

           Thesunlaidbroaderbladesuponthehouse.Thelighttouchedsomethinggreeninthewindowcornerandmadeitalumpofemerald,acaveofpuregreenlikestonelessfruit.Itsharpenedtheedgesofchairsandtablesandstitchedwhitetable-clothswithfinegoldwires.Asthelightincreasedabudhereandtheresplitasunderandshookoutflowers,greenveinedandquivering,asiftheeffortofopeninghadsetthemrocking,andpealingafaintcarillonastheybeattheirfrailclappersagainsttheirwhitewalls.Everythingbecamesoftlyamorphous,asifthechinaoftheplateflowedandthesteeloftheknifewereliquid.Meanwhiletheconcussionofthewavesbreakingfellwithmuffledthuds,likelogsfalling,ontheshore.