20 A BOOK OF MORTALS 



After I had set doors and windows wide I waited for 

 the meeting of those two. 



It came at last with one swift almost incredulous swoop 

 from within, a swift almost incredulous swoop from with- 

 out, and then among the diamonds a quivering of wings, a 

 quavering of broken voices followed by swift almost in- 

 credible happiness of flight together into the safe shelter of 

 the young fir wood ! 



Happy little People ! 



Whenever I hear men and women from " lack of com- 

 prehension and unbounded conceit " arrogating to them- 

 selves a monopoly in what they are pleased to call " true 

 love " I think of the little brown bird singing his hungry 

 heart out in the warmth, and the little brown bird in the 

 cold outside melting the frost film with her little warm 

 breast ! 



