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For him the world held nothing but my face, and it was of his great love for me that he died." FOR HIM THE WORLD HELD NOTHING BUT MY FACE AND IT WAS OF HIS GREAT LOVE FOR ME THAT HE DIED
ittle red-cheeked girl. She died, and then I took him to my bosom, and loved him on through the years, till his face had grown iron with many sorrows. Now at last, his baby-girl by his side, he sits in heaven, with a face of gold. In Paris," she went on, "have I been wonderfully beloved, and in northern lands near the pole—" "But—England?" said Antony. "Tell me of your English lovers." "Best of them I love two: one a laughing giant who loved me three hundred years ago, and the other a little London boy with large eyes of velvet, who mid all the gloom of your great city saw and loved my face, as none had seen and loved it since she of Mitylene. I found the giant sitting by a country stream, holding a daffodil in his mighty hands and whistling to the birds. He took and wore me like a flower. I was to him as a nightingale that sang from his sleeve, for he loved so much besides. Yet me he loved best, as those who can read his secret poems understand. But my little London boy loved me only. E OF SILVER HIS SOUL WAS GIVEN TO A LITTLE RED CHEEKED GIRL SHE DIED AND THEN I TOOK HIM TO MY BOSOM AND LOVED HIM ON THROUGH THE YEARS TILL HIS FACE HAD GROWN IRON WITH MANY SORROWS NOW AT LAST HIS BABY GIRL BY HIS SIDE HE SITS IN HEAVEN WITH A FACE OF GOLD IN PARIS SHE WENT ON HAVE I BEEN WONDERFULLY BELOVED AND IN THE NORTHERN LANDS NEAR ZEPPOLE BUT ENGLAND SAID ANTHONY TELL ME OF YOUR ENGLISH LOVERS BEST OF THEM I LOVE TWO ONE A LAUGHING GIANT WHO LOVED ME THREE HUNDRED YEARS AGO AND THE OTHER A LITTLE LONDON BOY WITH LARGE EYES OF VELVET WHO MIDDAR THE GLOOM OF YOUR GREAT CITY SAW AND LOVED MY FACE AS NONE HAD SEEN AND LOVED IT SINCE SHE OF MIDDLEEN I FANCIED GIANT SITTING BY A COUNTRY STREAM HOLDING A DAFFODIL IN HIS MIGHTY HANDS AND WHISTLING TO THE BIRDS HE TOOK AND WORE ME LIKE A FLOWER I WAS TO HIM AS A NIGHTINGALEZE THAT SANG FROM HIS SLEEVE FOR HE LOVED SO MUCH BESIDES YET HE LOVED ME BEST AS THOSE WHO CAN READ HIS SECRET POEMS UNDERSTAND BUT LITTLE LONDON BOY LOVED ME ONLY
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