. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . 166 MIDSUMMER EVE the greenest clover; tlie head and fuot-stones were garlanded with thetloweis Gcrahline loved best; if there had been no other cause for tears,Eva would have wept at this delicate mark of the woodcutters tenderthoughtfulness. He had fed the robins there; and as she sat in silentcommune with the dead, the large-eyed birds came about her, lookingmutely into her face—not chirping, but gazing with their soft dark eyesas if in sympathy. She could hear the murmurs of the Lake-waters,as the currents rushed from one to the ot
. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . 166 MIDSUMMER EVE the greenest clover; tlie head and fuot-stones were garlanded with thetloweis Gcrahline loved best; if there had been no other cause for tears,Eva would have wept at this delicate mark of the woodcutters tenderthoughtfulness. He had fed the robins there; and as she sat in silentcommune with the dead, the large-eyed birds came about her, lookingmutely into her face—not chirping, but gazing with their soft dark eyesas if in sympathy. She could hear the murmurs of the Lake-waters,as the currents rushed from one to the other, through the long range;and the full choir of distant birds filled the air with music. She could seethe proud tomb of Lady Elizabeth at the end of one of the long aisles;. perched upon the armoiial blazonry tliat surmounted tlie stately pile, wasa raven—an ominous and unclean bird. She could not but contrast itsuncared-for loneliness and neglect, with the simple but endearing tokens ofaffection that blossomed on her mothers humble grave. At last, shewandered homeward and turned into the bower, which arose on a mound A FAIRY TALE OF LOVE. 167 above the Whitestone Well: it was only a seat, overshadowed by aluxuriant growth of bending trees, interlaced by wild roses andclimbers of various kinds—a pretty rustic spot, the beauty of whichno art could imitate. The day had passedthrough its fainting hours—sighing for the cool ofevening: it had been oneof the most feverish daysof a feverish summerRandys care had keptthe flowers moist and thegrass green; but the waterhad to be looked for inthe White^tone Well—solow had it fallen; thecattle lowed plaintivelyover the dried - up andscorched marshes; andthe waters of the lakesseemed to recede farther andtutht
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