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How many stout trees I saw,  how many tender flowers,  how many placid pools; yes, and how many little streams winding out of sight, shrinking before the large, hard, round eyes opposite, and slipping off into solitude and shade, with a low, inner song for their own solace. HOW MANY STOUT TREES I SAW HOW MANY TENDER FLOWERS HOW MANY PLACID POOLS YES AND HOW MANY LITTLE STREAMS WINDING OUT OF SIGHT SHRINKING BEFORE THE LARGE HARD ROUND EYES OPPOSITE AND SLIPPING OFF INTO SOLITUDE AND SHADE WITH A LOW INNER SONG FOR THEIR OWN SOLACE
ming calms,--and not to determined ports, a trim vessel with an inexorable rudder. "But sometimes, mastered after long struggles, as if the unavoidable condition of owning the spectacles were using them, I seized them and sauntered into the little town. Putting them to my eyes I peered into the houses and at the people who passed me. Here sat a family at breakfast, and I stood at the window looking in. O motley meal! fantastic vision! The good mother saw her lord sitting opposite, a grave, respectable being, eating muffins. But I saw only a bank-bill, more or less crumbled and tattered, marked with a larger or lesser figure. If a sharp wind blew suddenly, I saw it tremble and flutter; it was thin, flat, impalpable. I removed my glasses, and looked with my eyes at the wife. I could have smiled to see the humid tenderness with which she regarded her strange _vis-à-vis_. Is life only a game of blindman's-buff? of droll cross-purposes? "Or I put them on again, and then looked at the wives. OW OVER GLITTERING RIPPLES NOW OVER GLEAMING CALMS AND NOT TO DETERMINED PORTS A TRIM VESSEL WITH AN INEXORABLE RUDDER BUT SOMETIMES MASTERED AFTER LONG STRUGGLES AS IF THE UNAVOIDABLE CONDITION OF OWNING THE SPECTACLES WERE USING THEM I SEIZED THEM AND SAUNTERED INTO THE LITTLE TOWN PUTTING THEM TO MY EYES I PEERED INTO THE HOUSES AND AT THE PEOPLE WHO PASSED ME HERE SAT A FAMILY AT BREAKFAST AND I STOOD AT THE WINDOW LOOKING IN OH MOTLEY MEAL FANTASTIC VISION THE GOOD MOTHER SAW HER LORD SITTING OPPOSITE A GRAVE RESPECTABLE BEING EATING MUFFINS BUT I SAW ONLY A BANK BILL MORE OR LESS CRUMBLED AND TATTERED MARKED WITH A LARGER OR LESSER FIGURE IF A SHARP WIND BLEW SUDDENLY I SAW IT TREMBLE AND FLUTTER IT WAS THIN FLAT IMPALPABLE I REMOVED MY GLASSES AND LOOKED WITH MY EYES AT THE WIFE I COULD HAVE SMILED TO SEE THE HUMID TENDERNESS WITH WHICH SHE REGARDED HER STRANGE VIZIVIE IS LIFE ONLY A GAME OF BLIND MAN'S BLUFF OF DROLL CROSS PURPOSES OR I PUT THEM ON AGAIN AND LOOKED AT THE WIVES
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