Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

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Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,432 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works.

I came on her one morning—­I surprised her.  She was stealing into a dark wintry wood, and five little stars were chasing her.  She was orange-hooded, a light-o’-love dismissed—­unashamed and unfatigued, having taken—­all.  And she was looking back with her almond eyes, across her dark-ivory shoulder, at Night where he still lay drowned in the sleep she had brought him.  What a strange, slow, mocking look!  So might Aphrodite herself have looked back at some weary lover, remembering the fire of his first embrace.  Insatiate, smiling creature, slipping down to the rim of the world to her bath in the sweet waters of dawn, whence emerging, pure as a water lily, she would float in the cool sky till evening came again!  And just then she saw me looking, and hid behind a holm-oak tree; but I could still see the gleam of one shoulder and her long narrow eyes pursuing me.  I went up to the tree and parted its dark boughs to take her; but she had slipped behind another.  I called to her to stand, if only for one moment.  But she smiled and went slip ping on, and I ran thrusting through the wet bushes, leaping the fallen trunks.  The scent of rotting leaves disturbed by my feet leaped out into the darkness, and birds, surprised, fluttered away.  And still I ran—­she slipping ever further into the grove, and ever looking back at me.  And I thought:  But I will catch you yet, you nymph of perdition!  The wood will soon be passed, you will have no cover then!  And from her eyes, and the scanty gleam of her flying limbs, I never looked away, not even when I stumbled or ran against tree trunks in my blind haste.  And at every clearing I flew more furiously, thinking to seize all of her with my gaze before she could cross the glade; but ever she found some little low tree, some bush of birch ungrown, or the far top branches of the next grove to screen her flying body and preserve allurement.  And all the time she was dipping, dipping to the rim of the world.  And then I tripped; but, as I rose, I saw that she had lingered for me; her long sliding eyes were full, it seemed to me, of pity, as if she would have liked for me to have enjoyed the sight of her.  I stood still, breathless, thinking that at last she would consent; but flinging back, up into the air, one dark-ivory arm, she sighed and vanished.  And the breath of her sigh stirred all the birch-tree twigs just coloured with the dawn.  Long I stood in that thicket gazing at the spot where she had leapt from me over the edge of the world-my heart quivering.  III

We embarked on the estuary steamer that winter morning just as daylight came full.  The sun was on the wing scattering little white clouds, as an eagle might scatter doves.  They scurried up before him with their broken feathers tipped and tinged with gold.  In the air was a touch of frost, and a smoky mist-drift clung here and there above the reeds, blurring the shores of the lagoon so that we seemed to be steaming across boundless water, till some clump of trees would fling its top out of the fog, then fall back into whiteness.

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