The yellow book, an illustrated quarterly Volume 9 . Long have they worked, for long, long years,While every instant brings its fears ;Nor have they everQuitted the borders of their river,Where mid the moonlit mists, they strainTo fish misfortune up amain. If but in this their night they hailed each other,And brothers voices might console a brother ! But numb and sullen, on they go,With heavy brows and backs bent low,While their small lights beside them gleam,Flickering feebly on the stream. Like By Alma Strettell 139 Like blocks of shadow they are there,Nor ever do their eyes divineThat far a

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The yellow book, an illustrated quarterly Volume 9 . Long have they worked, for long, long years,While every instant brings its fears ;Nor have they everQuitted the borders of their river,Where mid the moonlit mists, they strainTo fish misfortune up amain. If but in this their night they hailed each other,And brothers voices might console a brother ! But numb and sullen, on they go,With heavy brows and backs bent low,While their small lights beside them gleam,Flickering feebly on the stream. Like By Alma Strettell 139 Like blocks of shadow they are there,Nor ever do their eyes divineThat far away beyond the mistsAcrid and spongy—there existsA firmament where mid the night,Attractive as a loadstone, brightProdigious planets shine. The fishers black of that black plague Are the immensely lost, among The knells, the far-ofF distance vague, The great beyond stretched out so long, Further than any eye can see ; And the damp autumn midnight rains Into their souls monotony. Two Pictures By C. M. Gere I. Hermia and HelenaII. Port Eynon, Gower.

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