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The thought ca to me--myfor thee," said the voice "I a for thee; I can see thee," it said, "I can see thee I love thee! I love thee!"

"Reveal thyself!" I called back "Oh, ht of her, following the voice as it swept around in circles; and seeing nothing, I burst into tears

Suddenly I was seized roughly by the ear

"What are you doing here, you young rascal? Are you ht on to htdress and slippers, was rolling his angry eyes on me

"Yes, sir; certainly, sir! But don't you hear her?"

"Who is it?"

"My mother"

He looked to see whether I were awake; cocked his head to one side and listened; then shut theangrily and went off shrugging his shoulders

"It's only the plovers flying about the moon," said he "Five hundred lines!"

I did al and dangerous, but they neither convinced nor cured me

I still believe that there are scattered up and down in nature voices that speak, but which few hear; just as there are millions of flowers that bloom unseen by man It is sad for those who catch a hint of it Perforce they cos They waste their youth and vigor upon eliht and lost again, will have given up the intercourse of their kind, and even friendship itself Yes, it is sad for the schoolboys who open their s to gaze at the moon, and never drop the habit! They will find themselves, all too soon, solitaries in the ht, beside my dead fire

No friend will come to knock at ive that name We do not loathe one another At need they would help me But we seldom meet What should they do here? Dreamers make no confidences; they shrivel up into theht away on the four winds of heaven Politics drive theossip fails to interest them; the sorrows they create have no remedy save the joys that they invent; they are natural only when alone, and talk well only to themselves