THE LELIA. 
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beginning to roll away. Birds move in the 
thicket, the earth stirs in her sleep. 
It is light enough now to distinguish the 
sandy bay, the tangle of green, the jutting 
black rocks. The murmur of the river seems 
to become louder, and more golden the fingers 
of the sun. A flock of emerald parroquets fly 
screaming to the further bank, and of a sudden, 
the day is here. 
