Part 15 (2/2)

”The tree's early leaf-buds were bursting their brown: 'Shall I take them away?' said the frost, sweeping down.

'No, dear; leave them alone Till blossoms here have grown,'

Prayed the tree, while it trembled from rootlet to crown.

”The tree bore its blossoms, and all the birds sung: 'Shall I take them away?' said the wind, as it swung.

'No, dear; leave them alone Till berries here have grown,'

Said the tree, while its leaflets all quivering hung.

”The tree bore its fruit in the midsummer glow: Said the girl, 'May I gather thy berries or no?'

'Yes, dear, all thou canst see; Take them; all are for thee,'

Said the tree, while it bent down its laden boughs low.”[23]

This song almost took her breath away. He, too, sat there silent, after he was through, as though he had sung more than he cared to say to her.

Darkness has great power over those who are sitting in it and dare not speak; they are never so near each other as then. If Eli only turned, only moved her hand on the bed-cover, only breathed a little more heavily than usual, Arne heard it. ”Arne, could not you teach me to make songs?”

”Have you never tried?”

”Yes, these last few days I have; but I have not succeeded.”

”Why, what did you want to have in them?”

”Something about my mother, who cared so much for your father.”

”That is a sad theme.”

”I have cried over it, too.”

”You must not think of what you are going to put in your songs; it comes of itself.”

”How does it come?”

”As other precious things, when you least expect it.”

They were both silent.

”I wonder, Arne, that you are longing to go away when you have so much that is beautiful within yourself.”

”Do _you_ know that I am longing?”

She made no reply to this, but lay still a few moments, as though in thought.

”Arne, you must not go away!” said she, and this sent a glow through him.

”Well, sometimes I have less desire to go.”

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