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I answered not, yet kept at my distance, but at the next er until I was forced to coain, and as she spoke asomewhere over

on the bank of the river

"Did you ever hear a sweeter bird's song than that, Master

Wingfield?" said she, and I answered that it was very sweet, as

indeed it was

"What do you think the bird is field?" said she,

and then I answered like a fool, for the man who meets sweetness

with his own bitterness and keeps it not locked in his own soul is a

fool

"I know not," said I, "but hethe hope in the heart ofseeht beyond this

year's nest"

I spoke thus as I would not nohen I have learned that the soul

of man, like the moon, hath a face which he should keep ever turned

toward the Unseen, and Mistress Mary's blue eyes, as helpless of

comprehension as a flower, looked in field," said she

somewhat ti under her mask at her own tenderness, "and sometimes the

hopes of the heart come true"