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FLOWERS OF THE SUN 



her, where Gentians, Marsh Ferns, and Ladies' 

 Tresses were blended and swayed with the breeze 

 that also brought zither music from the slender 

 Birches, while the ripe grape odor and the rustling 

 reeds on the marsh edge suggested the rhythmic 

 treading of the wine press of pastoral days. 



"This is the finale," she cried. "Minuet or 

 Scherzo, as you will. We have seen, we have 

 breathed, we have heard! Yet, alas! who will 

 imprison our Sunlight Sonata for us, that others 

 may believe ? " 



