Chapter 366 of 381 · 60 words · ~1 min read

XL.

Three weeks passed since I had seen her, -- Some disease had vexed; 'T was with text and village singing I beheld her next,

And a company -- our pleasure To discourse alone; Gracious now to me as any, Gracious unto none.

Borne, without dissent of either, To the parish night; Of the separated people Which are out of sight?