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Antony had loved these things since he was a child,—dragonflies with their lamp like eyes of luminous horn, moths with pall like wings that filled the world with silence as you looked at them, sleepy as death—loved them with the passion of a Japanese artist who delights to carve them on quaint nuggets of metal. Perhaps it was that they were so like words—words to which he had given all the love and worship of his life. ANTONY HAD LOVED THESE THINGS SINCE HE WAS A CHILD DRAGON FLIES WITH THEIR LAMP LIKE EYES OF LUMINOUS HORN MOSS WITH PAIL LIKE WINGS THAT FILLED THE WORLD WITH SILENCE AS YOU LOOKED AT THEM SLEEPY AS DEATH LOVED THEM WITH THE PASSION OF A JAPANESE ARTIST WHO DELIGHTS TO CARVE THEM ON QUAINT NUGGETS OF METAL PERHAPS IT WAS THAT THEY WERE SO LIKE WORDS WORDS TO WHICH HE HAD GIVEN ALL THE LOVE AND WORSHIP OF HIS LIFE
ard flashed strange lights across her haunted face. The birds that lived in the wood had broken out into sudden singing as she stole in, hungry for silence, passionate to be alone; and at the foot of every tree she cried "Hush! Hush!" to the bedtime nests. When all but one were still, she slipped the hood from her face and listened to her own bird, the night-jar, toiling at his hopeless love from a bough on which already hung a little star. Then it was that a young man, with a face shining with sorrow, vaulted lightly over the mossed fence and dipped down the green path, among the shadows and the toadstools and the silence. "Silencieux," he said over to himself—"I love you, Silencieux." Far down the wood came and went through the trees the black and white gable of a little châlet to which he was dreaming his way. Suddenly a small bronze object caught his eye moving across the mossy path. It was a beautiful beetle, very slim and graceful in shape, with singularly long and fine antennae. H SHE DREW IT CLOSE SUNBEAMS TROOPING WESTWARD FLASHED STRANGE LIGHTS ACROSS HER HAUNTED FACE THE BIRDS THAT LIVED IN THE WOOD HAD BROKEN OUT INTO SUDDEN SINGING AS SHE STOLE IN HUNGRY FOR SILENCE PASSIONATE TO BE ALONE AND AT THE FOOT OF EVERY TREE SHE CRIED HUSH HUSH TO THE BEDTIME NESTS WHEN ALL BUT ONE WERE STILL SHE SLIPPED THE HOOD FROM HER FACE AND LISTENED TO HER OWN BIRD THE NIGHT JAR TOILING AT HIS HOPELESS LOVE FROM A BOUGH ON WHICH ALREADY HUNG A LITTLE STAR THEN IT WAS THAT A YOUNG MAN WITH A FACE SHINING WITH SORROW VAULTED OVER THE MOSSED FENCE AND DIPPED DOWN THE GREEN PATH AMONG THE SHADOWS AND THE TOADSTOOLS AND THE SILENCE SILAJO HE SAID OVER TO HIMSELF I LOVE YOU SILAJO FAR DOWN THE WOOD CAME AND WENT THROUGH THE TREES THE BLACK AND WHITE GABLE OF A LITTLE CHALET TO WHICH HE WAS DREAMING HIS WAY SUDDENLY A SMALL BRONZE OBJECT CAUGHT HIS EYE MOVING ACROSS THE MOSSY PATH IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL BEETLE VERY SLIM AND GRACEFUL IN SHAPE WITH SINGULARLY LONG AND FINE AND TENDER
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