1 | And gathering swallows twitter in the skies. | |
2 | "The primeval fire of earth at their hearts, " murmured Anne. | |
3 | The jasmine' s lisping of love to the sun is her flowers. | |
4 | "Old and young, we dream of graves and monuments, " murmured the stranger youth. | |
5 | I touched the hinge of our backs, and Hattie murmured, thinking perhaps that my hand was Matthew' s. |