Two orange candles like cat’s eyes glittered. The yellow tapestries were smooth against the dark, and all the room, like a hushed waterfall, plunged softly down between the two, who sat together all night through. She spoke across the darkness “Slow the dark dividing moments go between us, and, before we guess, there is an end of loveliness. What do we gain by sitting still? The distant dawn on daffodil cities, unseen of us, awakes, and even now the mountain-lakes, between that touch of lips and this, change with the sun to topazes. Or slimmer than slim willow-trees, in silver secret, Javanese Srimpis--cold ballet--weave in trance, still, save for sliding hands, their dance unseen by us. By…
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