ShefoundherhusbandallthatshehadfeltHismusictocontain。HerdaysweresetInhisasthoughshewereanamuletCasedinbrightgold。Shejoyedinherconfining;
　　Hereyesputoutherlooking-glasswithshining。
　　Charlottawassogaythatold，dulltasksWerefurbisheduptoseemlikerituals。
　　ShebakedandbrewedasonewhoonlyasksTherighttoserve。HerdailymanualsOfprayerwereduties，andherfestivalsWhenTheodorepraisedsomedish，orfranklysaidShehadaknackinmakingupabed。
　　SoAutumnwent，andallthemountainsroundThecityglitteredwhitewithfallensnow，ForitwasWinter。OverthehardgroundHerrAltgelt’sfootstepscame，eachoneablow。
　　OnthesweptflagsbehindthecurrantrowCharlottastoodtogreethim。ButhislipOnlyflickedhers。HisConcert-MeistershipWasfirstagain。ThiseveninghehadgotImportantnews。TheoperaorderedfromYoungMozartwasarrived。Thatolddespot，TheBishopofSalzburg，hadlethimcomeHimselftoleadit，andtheparts，stillhotFromcopying，hadbeentriedover。NeverHadanymusicstartedsuchafever。
　　Theorchestrahadcheeredtilltheywerehoarse，Thesingersclappedandclapped。Thetownwasmade，WithsuchagreatattractionthroughthecourseOfCarnivaltime。InwhatuttershadeAllothercitieswouldbeleft！ThetradeInmusicwouldalldriftherenaturally。
　　Inhisexcitementheforgothistea。
　　LottawasforcedtotakehiscupandputItinhishand。Butstillherattledon，Sippingatintervals。ThenewcatgutStringshewasusinggaveoutsuchatoneThe"Maestro"hadremarkedit，andhadgoneOutofhiswaytopraisehim。Lottasmiled，Hewasashappyasalittlechild。
　　Fromthatdayon，HerrAltgelt，moreandmore，Absorbedhimselfinwork。LottaatfirstWaspatientandwell-wishing。ButitworeUponherwhentwoweekshadbroughtnoburstOflovingfromhim。Thenshefearedtheworst;
　　ThathisshortinterestinherwasalightFlaredupaninstantonlyinthenight。
　　`Idomeneo’wastheopera’sname，AnamethatpoorCharlottalearnttohate。
　　HerrAltgeltworkedsohardheseldomcameHomeforhistea，anditwasverylate，Pastmidnightsometimes，whenheknocked。HisstateWaslikeaflabbyorangewhosecrushedskinIsthinwithpulling，andalldentedin。
　　HepractisedeverymorningandherheartFollowedhisbow。Butoftenshewouldsit，Whilehewasplaying，quitewithdrawnapart，Absentlyfingeringandtouchingit，Thelocket，whichnowseemedtoherabitOfsomegoneyouth。Hismusicdrewhertears，Andthroughthenotesheplayed，herdreadingearsHeardHeinrich’svoice，sayinghehadnotchanged;
　　BeermerchantshadnoecstasiestotakeTheirmindsofflove。SofarherthoughtshadrangedAwayfromhersternvow，shechancedtotakeHerway，onemorning，quitebyamistake，AlongthestreetwhereHeinrichhadhisshop。
　　Whatharmtopassitsincesheshouldnotstop！
　　ItmattersnothinghowonedayshemetHimonabridge，andblushed，andhurriedby。
　　NorhowthefollowingweekhestoodtoletHerpass，thepavementnarrowingsuddenly。
　　Howoncehetookherbasket，andoncehePulledbackarearinghorsewhomighthavestruckHerwithhishoofs。ItseemedtheoddestluckHowmanytimestheirbusinesstookthemeachRighttotheother。Thenatlasthespoke，Butshewouldonlynod，hegotnospeechFromher。Nexttimehetreateditinjoke，AndthatsolightlythathervowshebrokeAndanswered。SotheydriftedintoseeingEachotherasbefore。Therewasnofleeing。
　　ChristmaswasoverandtheCarnivalWasverynear，andtrippingfromeachtongueWastalkofthenewopera。Eachbook-stallFlaunteditoutinbills，whatairsweresung，Whatsingershired。Picturesoftheyoung"Maestro"wereforsale。Thetownwasmad。
　　OnlyCharlottafeltdepressedandsad。
　　Eachdaynowbroughtastruggle’twixtherwillAndHeinrich’s。’TwixtherloveforTheodoreAndhim。SometimesshewishedtokillHerselftosolveherproblem。ForascoreOfreasonsHeinrichtemptedher。HeboreHermoodswithpatience，andsosurelyurgedHimselfuponher，shewasslowlymergedIntohiswayofthinking，andtoflyWithhimseemedeasy。ButnextmorningwouldTheStradivariusundohermood。
　　ThenshewouldrealizethatshemustcleaveAlwaystoTheodore。AndshewouldtryToconvinceHeinrichsheshouldneverleave，Andafterwardsshewouldgohomeandgrieve。
　　AllthoughtinMunichcenteredonthepartOfJanuarywhentherewouldbegiven`Idomeneo’byWolfgangMozart。
　　Thetwenty-ninthwasfixed。Andallseats，evenThosealmostattheceiling，whichweredrivenBehindthehighestgallery，weresold。
　　Theinchesofthetheatrewentforgold。
　　HerrAltgeltwasashadowwornsothinWithwork，hehardlyprintedblackbehindThecandle。HeandhisoldviolinMadeuponeperson。Hewasnotunkind，Butdazedoutsidehisplaying，andtherind，Thepineandmapleofhisfiddle，guardedApartofhimwhichhehadquitediscarded。
　　Itwokeinthesilenceoffrost-brightnights，Inlittlelights，Likewill-o’-the-wispsflickering，fluttering，Here——there——
　　Spurting，sputtering，Fadingandlighting，Together，asunder——
　　TillLottasatupinbedwithwonder，AndthefaintgreypatchofthewindowshoneUponhersittingthere，alone。
　　ForTheodoreslept。
　　Thetwenty-eighthwaslastrehearsalday，’Twascalledfornoon，soearlymorningmeantHerrAltgelt’sonlytimeinwhichtoplayHispartalone。Drawnlikeamonkwho’sspentHimselfinprayerandfasting，TheodorewentIntothekitchen，withawearywordOfcheertoLotta，carelessifsheheard。
　　Lottaheardmorethanhisspokenword。
　　Sheheardthevibratingofstringsandwood。
　　Shewaswashingthedishes，herhandsallsuds，Whenthesoundbegan，LongasthespanOfawhiteroadsnakingaboutahill。
　　TheorchardsarefilledWithcherryblossomsatbutterflypoise。
　　Hawthornbudsarecracking，AndinthedistanceashepherdisclackingHisshears，snip-snippingthewoolfromhissheep。
　　Thenotesareasleep，LyingadriftontheairInlevellinesLikesunlighthanginginpinesandpines，Strungandthreaded，AllimbeddedIntheblue-greenofthehazypines。
　　Lines——long，straightlines！
　　Andstems，Long，straightstemsPushingupTothecupofblue，bluesky。
　　StemsgrowingmistyWiththemanyofthem，Red-greenmistOfthetrees，AndtheseWood-flavourednotes。
　　Thebackismapleandthebellyispine。
　　TherichnotestwineAsthoughweavinginandoutofleaves，BroadleavesFlappingslowlylikeelephants’ears，Wavingandfalling。
　　AnothersoundpeersThroughlittlepinefingers，Andlingers，peeping。
　　Ping！Ping！pizzicato，somethingischeeping。
　　Thereisatwitteringupinthebranches，Achirpandalilt，Andcrimsonatiltonaswayingtwig。
　　Wings！Wings！
　　Andalittleruffled-outthroatwhichsings。
　　Theforestbends，tumultuousWithsong。
　　Thewoodpeckerknocks，Andthesong-sparrowtrills，Everyfir，andcedar，andyewHasanestorabird，ItisquiteabsurdTohearthemcuttingacrosseachother：
　　Peewits，andthrushes，andlarks，allatonce，AndaloudcuckooistryingtosmotherAwood-pigeonperchedonabirch，"Roo——coo——oo——oo——"
　　"Cuckoo！Cuckoo！That’soneforyou！"
　　Ablackbirdwhistles，howsharp，howshrill！
　　AndthegreattreestossAndleavesblowdown，Youcanalmosthearthemsplashontheground。
　　Thewhistleagain：
　　Itisdoubleandloud！
　　Theleavesaresplashing，AndwaterisdashingOverthosecreepers，fortheyareshrouds;
　　Andmenarerunningupthemtofurlthesails，Forthereisacapfulofwindto-day，Andwearealreadywellunderway。
　　Thedeckisaslantinthebubblingbreeze。
　　"Theodore，please。
　　Oh，Dear，howyoutease！"
　　Andtheboatswain’swhistlesoundsagain，Andthemenpullonthesheets：
　　"MynameisHangingJohnny，Away-i-oh;
　　TheycallmeHangingJohnny，Sohang，boys，hang。"
　　Thetreesoftheforestaremasts，tallmasts;
　　TheyareswingingoverHerandherlover。
　　AlmostswooningUndertheballooningcanvas，SheliesLookingupinhiseyesAshebendsfartherover。
　　Theodore，stillherlover！
　　ThesudsweredrieduponCharlotta’shands，Sheleantagainstthetableforsupport，Whollyforgotten。Theodore’seyeswerebrandsBurninguponhismusic。Hestoppedshort。
　　CharlottaalmostheardthesoundofbandsSnapping。Sheputonehanduptoherheart，Herfingerstouchedthelocketwithastart。
　　HerrAltgeltputhisviolinawayListlessly。"Lotta，Imusthavesomerest。
　　Thestrainwillbeahideousoneto-day。
　　Don’tspeaktomeatall。ItwillbebestIfIamquiettillIgo。"AndlestShedisobey，helefther。OnthestairsSheheardhismountingsteps。Whatusewereprayers！
　　Hecouldnothear，hewasnotthere，forsheWasmarriedtoamummy，amachine。
　　Herhandclosedonthelocketbitterly。
　　Beforeher，onachair，laytheshagreenCaseofhisviolin。ShesawthecleanSunflashtheopenclasp。Thelocket’sedgeCutatherfingerslikeapushingwedge。
　　Aheavycartwentby，adistantbellChimedten，thefireflickeredinthegrate。
　　Shewasalone。HerthroatbegantoswellWithsobs。Whatkeptherhere，whyshouldshewait？
　　TheviolinshehadbeguntohateLayinitscasebeforeher。HeresheflungThecoveropen。WiththefiddleswungOverherhead，thehangingclock’sloudtickingCaughtonherear。’Twasslow，andasshepausedThelittledoorinitcameopen，flickingAwoodencuckooout："Cuckoo！"ItcausedTheforestdreamtocomeagain。"Cuckoo！"
　　Smashedonthegrate，theviolinbrokeintwo。
　　"Cuckoo！Cuckoo！"theclockkeptstrikingon;
　　Butnoonelistened。FrauAltgelthadgone。
　　TheCross-RoadsAbulletthroughhisheartatdawn。Onthetablealettersignedwithawoman’sname。Awindthatgoeshowlingroundthehouse，andweepingasinshame。ColdNovemberdawnpeepingthroughthewindows，colddawncreepingoverthefloor，creepinguphiscoldlegs，creepingoverhiscoldbody，creepingacrosshiscoldface。
　　Aglazeofthinyellowsunlightonthestaringeyes。Windhowlingthroughbentbranches。Awindwhichneverdiesdown。Howling，wailing。
　　Thegazingeyesglitterinthesunlight。Thelidsarefrozenopenandtheeyesglitter。
　　Thethuddingofapickonhardearth。Aspadegrindingandcrunching。
　　Overhead，brancheswrithing，winding，interlacing，unwinding，scattering;
　　torturedtwinings，tossings，creakings。Windflingingbranchesapart，drawingthemtogether，whisperingandwhiningamongthem。Awaning，lobsidedmooncuttingthroughblackclouds。Astreamofpebblesandearthandtheemptyspadegleamsclearinthemoonlight，thenisrammedagainintotheblackearth。Trampingoffeet。Menandhorses。
　　Squeakingofwheels。
　　"Whoa！Ready，Jim？"
　　"Allready。"
　　Somethingfalls，settles，isstill。Suicideshavenocoffin。
　　"Giveusthestake，Jim。Now。"
　　Pound！Pound！
　　"He’llneverwalk。Nailedtotheground。"
　　Anashstickpierceshisheart，ifitbudstherootswillholdhim。
　　Heisapartoftheearthnow，claytoclay。Overheadthebranchessway，andwrithe，andtwistinthewind。He’llneverwalkwithabulletinhisheart，andanashsticknailinghimtothecold，blackground。
　　Sixmonthshelaystill。Sixmonths。Andthewaterwelledupinhisbody，andsoftbluespotschequeredit。Helaystill，fortheashstickheldhiminplace。Sixmonths！Thenherfacecameoutofamistofgreen。
　　PinkandwhiteandfraillikeDresdenchina，lilies-of-the-valleyatherbreast，puce-colouredsilksheeningabouther。Undertheyounggreenleaves，thehorseatafoot-pace，thehighyellowwheelsofthechaisescarcelyturning，herface，ripplinglikegraina-blowing，underherpuce-colouredbonnet;andburningbesideher，flamingwithinhiscorrectbluecoatandbrassbuttons，issomeone。Whathasdimmedthesun？
　　Thehorsestepsonarollingstone;awindinthebranchesmakesamoan。
　　Thelittleleavestrembleandshake，turnandquake，overandover，tearingtheirstems。Thereisashowerofyoungleaves，andasudden-sprunggalewailsinthetrees。
　　Theyellow-wheeledchaiseisrocking——rocking，andallthebranchesareknocking——knocking。Thesunintheskyisaflat，redplate，thebranchescreakandgrate。Shescreamsandcowers，forthegreenfoliageisaloweringwavesurgingtosmotherher。Butsheseesnothing。
　　Thestakeholdsfirm。Thebodywrithes，thebodysquirms。
　　Thebluespotswiden，thefleshtears，butthestakewearswellinthedeep，blackground。Itholdsthebodyinthestill，blackground。
　　Twoyears！Thebodyhasbeeninthegroundtwoyears。Itiswornaway;
　　itisclaytoclay。Wheretheheartmoulders，agreenishdust，thestakeisthrust。LateAugustitis，andnight;anightflauntinglyjewelledwithstars，anightofshootingstarsandloudinsectnoises。
　　DowntheroadtoTilbury，silence——andtheslowflappingoflargeleaves。
　　DowntheroadtoSutton，silence——andthedarknessofheavy-foliagedtrees。
　　DowntheroadtoWayfleet，silence——andthewhirringscrapeofinsectsinthebranches。DowntheroadtoEdgarstown，silence——andstarslikestepping-stonesinapathwayoverhead。Itisveryquietatthecross-roads，andthesign-boardpointsthewaydownthefourroads，endlesslypointsthewaywherenobodywishestogo。
　　Ahorseisgalloping，gallopingupfromSutton。Shakingthewide，stillleavesashegoesunderthem。Strikingsparkswithhisironshoes;
　　silencingthekatydids。Dr。Morganridingtoachild-birthoverTilburyway;
　　ridingtodeliverawomanofherfirst-bornson。Oneo’clockfromWayfleetbelltower，whatashowerofshootingstars！Andabreezeallofasudden，jarringthebigleavesandmakingthemjerkupanddown。
　　Dr。Morgan’shatisblownfromhishead，thehorseswerves，andcurvesawayfromthesign-post。Anoath——spurs——ablurringofgreymist。
　　Aquicklefttwist，andthegeldingissnortingandracingdowntheTilburyroadwiththewinddroppingawaybehindhim。
　　Thestakehaswrenched，thestakehasstarted，thebody，fleshfromflesh，hasparted。Butthebonesholdtight，socketandball，andclampingthemdowninthehard，blackgroundisthestake，wedgedthroughribsandspine。
　　Thebonesmaytwist，andheave，andtwine，butthestakeholdsthemstillinline。Thebreezegoesdown，andtheroundstarsshine，forthestakeholdsthefleshlessbonesinline。
　　Twentyyearsnow！Twentylongyears！Thebodyhaspowdereditselfaway;
　　itisclaytoclay。Itisbrownearthmingledwithbrownearth。Onlyflakybonesremain，laintogethersolongtheyfit，althoughnotoneboneisknittoanother。Thestakeistheretoo，rottedthrough，butuprightstill，andstillpiercingdownbetweenribsandspineinastraightline。
　　Yellowstillnessisonthecross-roads，yellowstillnessisonthetrees。
　　Theleaveshangdrooping，wan。Thefourroadspointfouryellowways，saffronandgambogeribbonstothegaze。AlittleswirlofdustblowsupTilburyroad，thewindwhichfansithasnotstrengthtodomore;
　　itceases，andthedustsettlesdown。AlittlewhirlofwindcomesupTilburyroad。Itbringsasoundofwheelsandfeet。
　　Thewindreelsamomentandfaintstonothingunderthesign-post。
　　Windagain，wheelsandfeetlouder。Windagain——again——again。
　　Adropofrain，flatintothedust。Drop！——Drop！Thickheavyraindrops，andashriekingwindbendingthegreattreesandwrenchingofftheirleaves。
　　Undertheblacksky，bowedanddrippingwithrain，upTilburyroad，comestheprocession。Afuneralprocession，boundforthegraveyardatWayfleet。Feetandwheels——feetandwheels。Andamongthemonewhoiscarried。
　　Thebonesinthedeep，stillearthshiverandpull。Thereisaquiverthroughtherottedstake。Thenstakeandbonesfalltogetherinalittlepuffingofdust。
　　Likemeshesoflinkedsteeltherainshutsdownbehindtheprocession，nowwellalongtheWayfleetroad。
　　Hewaverslikesmokeinthebuffetingwind。Hisfingersblowoutlikesmoke，hisheadripplesinthegale。Underthesign-post，inthepouringrain，hestands，andwatchesanotherquaveringfiguredriftingdowntheWayfleetroad。Thenswiftlyhestreamsafterit。Itflickersamongthetrees。Helicksoutandwindsaboutthem。Over，under，blown，contorted。Spindriftafterspindrift;smokefollowingsmoke。
　　Thereisawailingthroughthetrees，awailingoffear，andafteritlaughter——laughter——laughter，skirlinguptotheblacksky。
　　Lightningjagsoverthefuneralprocession。Aheavyclapofthunder。
　　Thendarknessandrain，andthesoundoffeetandwheels。
　　ARoxburyGardenI
　　HoopsBlueandpinksashes，Criss-crossshoes，MinnaandStellarunoutintothegardenToplayathoop。
　　Upanddownthegarden-pathstheyrace，Intheyellowsunshine，EachwithabigroundhoopWhiteasastrippedwillow-wand。
　　Roundandroundturnthehoops，Theirdiamondwhitenesscleavingtheyellowsunshine。
　　Thegravelcrunchesandsqueaksbeneaththem，AndalargepebblespringsthemintotheairTogowhirlingforafootortwoBeforetheytouchtheearthagainInaseriesoflittlejumps。
　　Spring，Hoops！
　　Spitoutashowerofblueandwhitebrightness。
　　Thelittlecriss-crossshoestwinklebehindyou，Thepinkandbluesashesflutterlikeflags，Thehoop-sticksarereadytobeatyou。
　　Turn，turn，Hoops！Intheyellowsunshine。
　　TurnyourstrippedwillowwhitenessAlongthesmoothpaths。
　　Stellasings：
　　"Roundandround，rollsmyhoop，Scarcelytouchingtheground，Withaswoop，Andabound，Roundandround。
　　Withabumpety，crunching，scatteringsound，Downthegardenitflies;
　　InoureyesThesunlies。
　　SeeitspinOutandin;
　　Throughthepathsitgoeswhirling，Aboutthebedscurling。
　　Swaynowtotheloop，Faster，faster，myhoop。
　　Roundyoucome，Upyoucome，Quickandstraightasbefore。
　　Run，run，myhoop，run，Awayfromthesun。"
　　Andthegreathoopboundsalongthepath，Leapingintothewind-brightair。
　　Minnasings：
　　"Turn，hoop，Burnhoop，TwistandtwineHoopofmine。
　　Flashalong，Leapalong，Rightatthesun。
　　Run，hoop，run。
　　Fasterandfaster，Whirl，twirl。
　　Wheellikefire，Andspinlikeglass;
　　Fire’snowhiterGlassisnobrighter。
　　Dance，Prance，Overandover，Aboutandabout，Withthetopofyouunder，Andthebottomattop，Butneverastop。
　　Turnabout，hoop，tothetapofmystick，IfollowbehindyouTotouchandremindyou。
　　Burnandglitter，sowhiteandquick，Roundandround，tothetapofastick。"
　　Thehoopfliesalongbetweentheflower-beds，Swayingtheflowerswiththewindofitspassing。
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