Iris 1904 . r_She soon became famous as a poet and writer. All of her friends of reality were there, tooTime and sorrow had no part to play in her dream world, and she heard only the songs of gay-winged birds and the soft melody of the dream trees. Sometimes her own life would seem to disappear from the deeds of the fanciful land, and then the scenes would grow dim and fade awayin the red coals. Then, again, they would become ever so dear and vivid, and she would live inher dream deeds just as she did in the old house. She had just reached the height of her fame,to-night, in the imagination la
Iris 1904 . r_She soon became famous as a poet and writer. All of her friends of reality were there, tooTime and sorrow had no part to play in her dream world, and she heard only the songs of gay-winged birds and the soft melody of the dream trees. Sometimes her own life would seem to disappear from the deeds of the fanciful land, and then the scenes would grow dim and fade awayin the red coals. Then, again, they would become ever so dear and vivid, and she would live inher dream deeds just as she did in the old house. She had just reached the height of her fame,to-night, in the imagination land, when she was rudely brought back to the reality of the great tones of the bell in the public school next door jarred through the dream air, and sheawoke from her revery. Her discarded book lay at her feet on the hearth, and the short hand ofthe clock on the dark mantelpiece rested on the twelve mark just above a little spray of paintedflowers—so different from the flowers of her dream land !.
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