Have You Ever Heard The Earth Breath?

The City Atmosphere Certainly Has Improved Her. Some Way She Doesn't Seem Like The Same Woman.

She Turned Her Face Seaward To Gather In An Impression Of Space And Solitude, Which The Vast Expanse Of Water, Meeting And Melting With The Moonlit Sky, Conveyed To Her Excited Fancy. As She Swam She Seemed To Be Reaching Out For The Unlimited In Which To Lose Herself.

But The Beginning Of Things, Of A World Especially, Is Necessarily Vague, Tangled, Chaotic, And Exceedingly Disturbing. How Few Of Us Ever Emerge From Such Beginning! How Many Souls Perish In Its Tumult!

I Wonder If Anyone Else Has An Ear So Tuned And Sharpened As I Have, To Detect The Music, Not Of The Spheres, But Of Earth, Subtleties Of Major And Minor Chord That The Wind Strikes Upon The Tree Branches. Have You Ever Heard The Earth Breathe?

Exhaustion Was Pressing Upon And Overpowering Her. "good-by--because I Love You." He Did Not Know; He Did Not Understand. He Would Never Understand. Perhaps Doctor Mandelet Would Have Understood If She Had Seen Him--but It Was Too Late; The Shore Was Far Behind Her, And Her Strength Was Gone. She Looked Into The Distance, And The Old Terror Flamed Up For An Instant, Then Sank Again.