PHANTASTES A FAERIE ROMANCE - online book

A fantasy novel by George MacDonald

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64
PHANTASTES:
"But word8 are vain ; reject them alló They utter but a feeble part : Hear thou the depths from which they call, The voiceless longing of my heart."
. There arose a slightly crashing sound. Like a sudden apparition that conies and is gone, a white form, veiled in a light robe of whiteness, burst upwards from the stone, stood, glided forth, and gleamed away towards the woods. For I followed to the mouth of the cave, as soon as the amazement and concentration of delight permitted the nerves of motion again to act; and saw the white form amidst the trees, as it crossed a little glade on the edge of the forest where the sunlight fell full, seeming to gather with intenser radiance on the one object that floated rather than flitted through its lake of beams. I gazed after her in a kind of despair; found, freed, lost! It seemed useless to follow, yet follow I must. I marked the direction she took; and without once looking round to the forsaken cave, I hastened towards the forest.
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