He heard Elspeth, he felt Elspeth only; he but wished to blend with her and go on with her forever from the heaven to heaven which, blended so, they would make.
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As with an overflowing flood Thou carriest them away; They like a sleep are, like the grass That grows at morn are they.
At morn it flourishes and grows, Cut down at ev'n doth fade--" "Not grass of the field, O Lord," cried Glenfernie's heart, "but the forest of oaks, but the stars that hold for aye, one to the other--".