. The book of months . ■ (f)l^^:.~^®^0l THE BOOK OF MONTHS and closer to myself till it rested on my it was not the moon at all, but the heartof a woman, beating full and strong. And thewonder of it is that the moon is mine. You shallsee it sometimes, you other people on the earth,but all the time it is mine. I know, too, the otherside of it, when we are alone together. Youcannot see that, and you will never see it. Themoon says it is all for me. To-day the moon had to be away all day, butthe silver thread was between us (it leads to theother side of the moon), so I scarcely envied t
. The book of months . ■ (f)l^^:.~^®^0l THE BOOK OF MONTHS and closer to myself till it rested on my it was not the moon at all, but the heartof a woman, beating full and strong. And thewonder of it is that the moon is mine. You shallsee it sometimes, you other people on the earth,but all the time it is mine. I know, too, the otherside of it, when we are alone together. Youcannot see that, and you will never see it. Themoon says it is all for me. To-day the moon had to be away all day, butthe silver thread was between us (it leads to theother side of the moon), so I scarcely envied thefolks in London who would see her face all day I fevered for evening, and as even-ing approached my fever abated not. But youcame back, my moon, and we were togetheragain. Other people were there, and for them,as for me, melody after melody flowed from thesweet stress of your fingers. They heard only,but I knew, and to me the sound revealed notthe poor clay that wrote those exquisite notes,288. &-^^V»^•Ji^J*■.■ M-
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