THE HAUNT OF THE ANCHORITE. 121 



are of the sun ; we are of the light. We live, 

 and move, and have our being ; we cry for air 

 and sunshine. Away with death — that drear, 

 sombre, silent thing. 



Still stand we by the Euin. A bit of sun- 

 light comes upon the dead stones ; it is a bird. 

 a bright, lifeful, joyous creature. 



