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"It is not worthy of the sea." "Burn it." "Fire is too august." IT IS NOT WORTHY OF THE SEA BARNET FIRE IS TOO AUGUST
n she understood, and with a hopeless sigh went down the wood again. Already Antony and Silencieux had found the place where the loneliest land meets the loneliest sea. Side by side they were sitting on a moonlit margin of the world, and Antony was singing low to the murmur of the waves:— Hopeless of hope, past desire even of thee, There is one place I long for, A desolate place That I sing all my songs for, A desolate place for a desolate face, Where the loneliest land meets the loneliest sea. Green waves and green grasses—and nought else is nigh, But a shadow that beckons; A desolate face, And a shadow that beckons The desolate face to the desolate place Where the loneliest sea meets the loneliest sky. Wide sea and wide heaven, and all else afar, But a spirit is singing, A desolate soul That is joyfully winging— A desolate soul—to that desolate goal Where the loneliest wave meets the loneliest star. "It is not good," said Silencieux. "I know," answered Antony. "Throw it into the sea. ALLY FILLED BY THE IMAGE WAS VACANT THEN SHE UNDERSTOOD AND WITH A HOPELESS SIGH WENT DOWN THE WOOD AGAIN ALREADY ANTONY AND SALAGO HAD FOUND THE PLACE WHERE THE LONELIEST LAND MEETS THE LONELIEST SEA SIDE BY SIDE THEY WERE SITTING ON A MOONLIT MARGIN OF THE WORLD AND ANTONY WAS SINGING LOW TO THE MURMUR OF THE WAVES HOPELESS OF HOPE PAST DESIRE EVEN OF THEE THERE IS ONE PLACE I LONG FOR A DESOLATE PLACE THAT I SING ALL MY SONGS FOR A DESOLATE PLACE FOR A DESOLATE FACE WHERE THE LONELIEST LAND MEETS THE LONELIEST SEA GREEN WAVES AND GREEN GRASSES AND NOUGHT ELSE IS NIGH BUT A SHADOW THAT BECKONS A DESOLATE FACE AND A SHADOW THAT BECKONED THE DESOLATE FACE TO THE DESOLATE PLACE WHERE THE LONELIEST SEA MEETS THE LONELIEST SKY WIDE SEA AND WIDE HEAVEN AND ALL ELSE AFAR BUT SPIRIT IS SINGING A DESOLATE SOUL THAT IS JOYFULLY WINGING A DESOLATE SOUL TO THAT DESOLATE GOAL WHERE THE LONELIEST WAVE MEETS THE LONELIEST STAR IT IS NOT GOOD SAID SELAGO I KNOW ANSWERED ANTONY THROW IT INTO THIS SEA
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