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We watch the leaf which has fallen upon their shoulder, and it lies at the curve of their neck, and a drop of dew glistens upon it like a jewel. They approach us, and they stop, laughing, knowing what we think, and they wait obediently, without questions, till it pleases us to turn and go on. WE WATCH THE LEAF WHICH HAS FALLEN UPON THEIR SHOULDER AND IT LIES AT THE CURVE OF THEIR NECK AND A DROP OF DEW GLISTENS UPON IT LIKE A JEWEL THEY APPROACH US AND THEY STOP LAUGHING KNOWING WHAT WE THINK AND THEY WAIT OBEDIENTLY WITHOUT QUESTION TILL IT PLEASES US TO TURN AND GO ON
beasts dare not attack us. We can see their eyes, green and yellow as coals, watching us from the tree branches beyond. The fires smoulder as a crown of jewels around us, and smoke stands still in the air, in columns made blue by the moonlight. We sleep together in the midst of the ring, the arms of the Golden One around us, their head upon our breast. Some day, we shall stop and build a house, when we shall have gone far enough. But we do not have to hasten. The days before us are without end, like the forest. We cannot understand this new life which we have found, yet it seems so clear and so simple. When questions come to puzzle us, we walk faster, then turn and forget all things as we watch the Golden One following. The shadows of leaves fall upon their arms, as they spread the branches apart, but their shoulders are in the sun. The skin of their arms is like a blue mist, but their shoulders are white and glowing, as if the light fell not from above, but rose from under their skin. HE MIDST OF THAT RING AND THE BEASTS DARE NOT ATTACK US WE CAN SEE THEIR EYES GREEN AND YELLOW AS COALS WATCHING US FROM THE TREE BRANCHES BEYOND THE FIRES SMOULDER AS A CROWN OF JEWELS AROUND US AND SMOKE STANDS STILL IN THE AIR IN COLUMNS MADE BLUE BY THE MOONLIGHT WE SLEEP TOGETHER IN THE MIDST OF THE RING THE ARMS OF THE GOLDEN ONE AROUND US THEIR HEAD UPON OUR BREAST SOME DAY WE SHALL STOP AND BUILD A HOUSE WHEN WE SHALL HAVE GONE FAR ENOUGH BUT WE DO NOT HAVE TO HASTEN THE DAYS BEFORE US ARE WITHOUT END LIKE THE FOREST WE CANNOT UNDERSTAND THIS NEW LIFE WHICH WE HAVE FOUND YET IT SEEMS SO CLEAR AND SO SIMPLE WHEN QUESTIONS COME TO PUZZLE US WE WALK FASTER THEN TURN AND FORGET ALL THINGS AS WE WATCH THE GOLDEN ONE FOLLOWING THE SHADOWS OF LEAVES FALL UPON THEIR ARMS AS THEY SPREAD THE BRANCHES APART BUT THEIR SHOULDERS ARE IN THE SUN THE SKIN OF THEIR ARMS IS LIKE A BLUE MIST BUT THEIR SHOULDERS ARE WHITE AND GLOWING AS IF THE LIGHT FELL NOT FROM ABOVE BUT ROSE FROM UNDER THE SKIN
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