But suppose the endlessly dead were to wake in us some emblem:they might point to the catkins hangingfrom the empty hazel trees, or direct us to the raindescending on black earth in early spring. —And we, who always think of happinessrising, would feel the emotionthat almost baffles uswhen a happy thing falls.
But suppose the endlessly dead were to wake in us some emblem:they might point to the catkins hangingfrom the empty hazel trees, or direct us to the raindescending on black earth in early spring. —And we, who always think of happinessrising, would feel the emotionthat almost baffles uswhen a happy thing falls.
