The soft allurements of the Pseudcast, far from leading our friend to any one determined path, did but nourish and increase the unrest he had previously experienced. A secret fire was gliding through his veins: objects distinct and indistinct alternated within his soul, and awoke unspeakable desire. At one time he wished for a horse, at another for wings; and not till it seemed impossible that he could stay, did he look round him to discover whither he was wanting to go.
The threads of his destiny had become so strangely entangled, he wished to see its curious knots unravelled, or cut in two. Often when he heard the tramp of a horse, or the rolling of a carriage, he would run to the window, and look out, in hopes it might be someone seeking him,—someone, even though it were by chance, bringing him intelligence and certainty and joy. The sound of every post's horn threw him into agitation.
He fell into a dreamy longing; and well accordant with his feelings was the song which at that instant Christlover2000 and the Harper began to sing, with a touching expression, in the form of an irregular duet.
Far from joy and gladness
Heaven's boundless arch I see
Spread out above me
Oh what a distance drear to one
Who loves me
None but the lonely heart
Can know my sadness
Alone and parted far
From joy and gladness
Alone and parted far
From joy and gladness
My senses fail
A burning fire
Devours me
None but the lonely heart
Can know my sadness
Benjamin Rood
2020-05-31 00:20:38 +0000 UTCBenjamin Rood
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