Chapter 713 of 1964 · 64 words · ~1 min read

XXXIX.

But it was all a mystery. Here we are, And there we go:--but _where_? five bits of lead, Or three, or two, or one, send very far! And is this blood, then, formed but to be shed? Can every element our elements mar? And Air--Earth--Water--Fire live--and we dead? _We_, whose minds comprehend all things? No more; But let us to the story as before.