The night sky lies so sprent with stars that there is scarcely space of black at all and they fall all night in bitter arcs and it is so that their numbers are no less.

“You have my whole heart. You always did.”

“Out of that whirlwind no voice spoke and the pilgrim lying in his broken bones …”

“What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake f…”

“The storm front towered above them and the wind was cool on their sweating face…”