+ The Last Stage
the image of water in its rise and fall and infinite succession of waves.
The face of the river itself is at this season calm and untroubled. One might take it, at a glance, for some land-locked water without exit or entrance. But a nearer look reveals a world of subdued life and passion, of which symptoms may be traced on its calm. Some of these are but faint dimples, delicate as any on a woman's face ; others are as rich in their involute beauty as the rose windows of a cathedral ; others, again, are like wayward strings of pearls moving under a secret influence ; and some are like open-mouthed trumpets whirling round at incredible speed. They are very
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