“She was coming. I watched the slight figure grow out of the dusk between the trees, and the darkness in which I had walked of late fell away. The wood that had been so gloomy was a place of sunlight and song; had red roses sprung up around me I had felt no wonder. She came softly and slowly with bent head and hanging arms, not knowing that I was near. I went not to meet her - it was my fancy to have her come to me still - but when she raised her eyes and saw me I fell upon my knees.” LoveStillsEyeSongGrowsFeltWonderDarknessKnowingSawsTreeFiguresArmsLateRedRoseRaisedWoodsKneesFancySunlightNot KnowingHer EyesBentGloomyDuskSprungRed RoseSprung Up Book:To Have and to Hold Source: To Have and to Hold
