There were other eyes like his--some were boys' eyes and some were the eyes of men.

They held their heads up--but they had all said 'Good-bye'-- as he had." The Wood echoed to a sound which was a heart-wrung wail and she dropped forward on the moss again and lay there.
"He said, 'Oh, let us cry--together--together! Oh little--lovely love'!" She who would have borne torment rather than betray the secret of the dream, now that it could no longer be a secret lay reft of all but memories and the wild longing to hold to her breast some shred which was her own.

He let her wail, but when her wailing ceased helplessly he bent over her.
"Listen to me," he said.

"If Donal were here he would tell you to listen.

You are a child.