The maid of Redenfayn, an allegory of two worlds, in three books: I The book of loves and dreams . lo, a battered boat lay on the rocks. Dark thoughts like clouds moved through her sunny mind. Quick beat her heart. The very boat! she said. Pale grew her blooming cheeks, and weak her limbs. Around she looked; and lo! there lay the Youth. Is this my dreanVs reality? she thought. Perplexed was she: how could a dream be real ? Yet there lay he shed summoned from the sea! His eyes he oped. My spirit-love! he mused. The Angel was at work: so read the Leaves. His eyes reclosed, his body was in swoon.
The maid of Redenfayn, an allegory of two worlds, in three books: I The book of loves and dreams . lo, a battered boat lay on the rocks. Dark thoughts like clouds moved through her sunny mind. Quick beat her heart. The very boat! she said. Pale grew her blooming cheeks, and weak her limbs. Around she looked; and lo! there lay the Youth. Is this my dreanVs reality? she thought. Perplexed was she: how could a dream be real ? Yet there lay he shed summoned from the sea! His eyes he oped. My spirit-love! he mused. The Angel was at work: so read the Leaves. His eyes reclosed, his body was in swoon. Pale was his cheek, and sunk his pallid lids; Like deaths his marble brow; upon his head His matted hair lay dark, filled thick with sand, And blades of ocean grass. Meandering veins Of slender blue upon his temples shone. And dark the nails upon his sallow hands. Perplexed the Maiden stood, and irresolved: Within her throat her heart did palpitate. Scarce could she breathe; to earth her feet seemed glued. What meant the scene? Was it realitj-, Or waking dream? Scores of conflictiiag thoughts. I I fI fii fV. I
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