BOOK VI. THE CORDS ARE TIGHTENED
She had been reading in the little cabin, and a hush had fallen upon them.
“Yes, thou art gone! And round me too the night In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade.”
“Gone!” she said, and smiled sadly. “Where is he gone?”
And she turned the page and read again—
“But Thyrsis nevermore we swains shall see;
See him come back, and cut a smoother reed,
And blow a strain the world at last shall heed—
For Time, not Corydon, hath conquer’d thee!”
Then, after a pause, she added, “How often I have remembered those words! And how pitiful they are, when I remember them!”
Section 1. It was a tiny cupboard of a room in a tenement. They sat upon their bed to eat, and they hid their soiled dishes beneath it. Dirty children screamed upon the avenue in front, and fr
