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Identifier: amongislesofshoa1915thax (find matches)
Title: Among the Isles of Shoals
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Thaxter, Celia, 1835-1894
Subjects: Isles of Shoals (Me. and N.H.)
Publisher: Boston : Houghton Mifflin
Contributing Library: University of Connecticut Libraries
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except to say,as then, *He will come again, and these wordscame upon the mind rather than upon theear. I was conscious of them rather then heardthem, — it was all like a dream, a mysterious in-tuition. I observed that the shells never crashedbeneath her footsteps, nor did her garments rustle.In the bright, awful calm of noon and in the rush ofthe stonn there was the same heavy stillness overher. When the winds were so furious that I couldscarcely stand in their sweep, the light hair layupon the forehead of the maiden without lifting afibre. Her great blue eyeballs never moved intheir sockets, and always shone with the samefixed, unearthly gleam. The motion of her per-son was imperceptible; I knew that she was here,and that she was gone. So sweet a ghost was hardly a salutary influencein the life of our invalid. She held him withher glittering eye till he grew quite beside himself.This is so good a description I cannot choose butquote it: The last time I stood with her, was ;\^ WW, s
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AMONG THE ISLES OF SHOALS. 181 just at the evening of a tranquil day. It was alovely sunset. A few gold-edged clouds crownedthe hills of the distant continent, and the sun hadgone down behind them. The ocean lay blushingbeneath the blushes of the sky, and even theancient rocks seemed smiling in the glance of thedeparting day. Peace, deep peace was the pervad-ing power. The waters, lapsing among the caverns,spoke of it, and it was visible in the silent motionof the small boats, which, loosening their whitesails in the cove of Star Island, passed slowly out,one by one, to the night-fishing. In the glowof sunset he fancied the ghost grew rosy and hu-man. In the mellow light her cold eyes seemedto soften. But he became suddenly so over-powered with terror that kneeling in shudderingfearfulness, he swore never more to look upon thatspot, and never did again. Going back to Star he met his old fisherman,who without noticing his agitation, told him quietlythat he knew where he had been and wh

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