. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . ing; lier tress<es around h(,r like a mantle—and thena Pkesexck, a dim and shadowy outline, not horrible, but dark anduntransparent, came—who can tell from whence? All nature shrunkand shivered as it passed; it seemed to fill all space, yet entered thetrellised window—the awful herald of the grave! silently it passed,without disturbing a dew-drop, though ushering a mortal to immortality!Such was the faith of the departing soul, that it k-ft no sigh upon the lips,nor did hand press hand in token of farewell. The stars were bright as
. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . ing; lier tress<es around h(,r like a mantle—and thena Pkesexck, a dim and shadowy outline, not horrible, but dark anduntransparent, came—who can tell from whence? All nature shrunkand shivered as it passed; it seemed to fill all space, yet entered thetrellised window—the awful herald of the grave! silently it passed,without disturbing a dew-drop, though ushering a mortal to immortality!Such was the faith of the departing soul, that it k-ft no sigh upon the lips,nor did hand press hand in token of farewell. The stars were bright as ever in the deep blue sky, and still Eva slept—the living pillowed with the dead—a sweet, calm, dream-like sleep, andwhen the stars went out, the warm rays of the sun awoke her; sheloosened her fingers from the still gentle clasj), and gazed upon the whiteface, smiling her old sweet loving smile ; and then something terriblecrept through her veins ; she put her lips close, closer, to her mothers—there was no breath! Eva was indeed an orphan !.
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