A garden rosary . A GARDEN ROSARY lOI September io ear tinctures ones vision as adrop of ink stains a whole ba-sin of clear water. As a flockof butterflies, which has been flutteringover a field, flees before a sudden cold wind,so my dancing flowers seem, to my fear-sick eyes, to be affrighted by the strangeshadow that is creeping — creeping —every day resistlessly nearer — over mysky. Has the chill of the fear — the icydread — that has griped my heart, af-fected them ? As I gaze at them through theendless vista of agony that my imagina-tion has swiftly built for me, they seemfrozen on their s
A garden rosary . A GARDEN ROSARY lOI September io ear tinctures ones vision as adrop of ink stains a whole ba-sin of clear water. As a flockof butterflies, which has been flutteringover a field, flees before a sudden cold wind,so my dancing flowers seem, to my fear-sick eyes, to be affrighted by the strangeshadow that is creeping — creeping —every day resistlessly nearer — over mysky. Has the chill of the fear — the icydread — that has griped my heart, af-fected them ? As I gaze at them through theendless vista of agony that my imagina-tion has swiftly built for me, they seemfrozen on their stems — stricken dumbwith a sense of that to come, I02 A GARDEN ROSARY September ii cannot tend the flowers. Theshadow of the vultures of fearlies between me and my garden. I am conscious only of the heavy flapping of strange wings.
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