. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . rushes alonglike the fury oftheir own wickedwishes. May thesunlight never comethere ; — may nomoonlight shine on the path or brighten the way of those that put thissorrow on her, this blessed day. The woodcutterpaused for breath. Fool that I was—fool—fool; andnow to strike her through her feelings. Oh! wont ■ <^ there be murder when the moon rises? and howwill I ever face Nightstar? Oh, fool! The viper—the toad—theblack-water sarpint! She worked me cruel usage, and my heart willtremble with the torture it went through to the day of
. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . rushes alonglike the fury oftheir own wickedwishes. May thesunlight never comethere ; — may nomoonlight shine on the path or brighten the way of those that put thissorrow on her, this blessed day. The woodcutterpaused for breath. Fool that I was—fool—fool; andnow to strike her through her feelings. Oh! wont ■ <^ there be murder when the moon rises? and howwill I ever face Nightstar? Oh, fool! The viper—the toad—theblack-water sarpint! She worked me cruel usage, and my heart willtremble with the torture it went through to the day of my death. If thathad been a right bird, it would have been lying upon the grass. Augh ! Iknow her better than ever now; in league with hawks and eagles, is she !and wanting such as that blessed angel to sit in the slime, and twine herhair with the shells of the strii)y snail and the rattling pearls of fisheseyes!—her face to be the lamp and her voice tlie music of the dark anddripping palace. And so tlie woodcutter ventid liis anger both on.
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