a moonlight fable-第2章

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transfigured　tangles　of　the　willow…herb　and　the　uncut　seeding　grass

of　the　farther　bank。　　And　so　he　came　glad　and　breathless　into　the

highroad。　　〃I　am　glad；〃　he　said；　〃beyond　measure；　that　I　had

clothes　that　fitted　this　occasion。〃



The　highroad　ran　straight　as　an　arrow　flies；　straight　into　the

deep　blue　pit　of　sky　beneath　the　moon；　a　white　and　shining　road

between　the　singing　nightingales；　and　along　it　he　went；　running　now

and　leaping；　and　now　walking　and　rejoicing；　in　the　clothes　his

mother　had　made　for　him　with　tireless；　loving　hands。　　The　road　was

deep　in　dust；　but　that　for　him　was　only　soft　whiteness；　and　as　he

went　a　great　dim　moth　came　fluttering　round　his　wet　and　shimmering

and　hastening　figure。　　At　first　he　did　not　heed　the　moth；　and　then

he　waved　his　hands　at　it　and　made　a　sort　of　dance　with　it　as　it

circled　round　his　head。　　〃Soft　moth！〃　he　cried；　〃dear　moth！　　And

wonderful　night；　wonderful　night　of　the　world！　　Do　you　think　my

clothes　are　beautiful；　dear　moth？　　As　beautiful　as　your　scales　and

all　this　silver　vesture　of　the　earth　and　sky？〃



And　the　moth　circled　closer　and　closer　until　at　last　its

velvet　wings　just　brushed　his　lips　。　。　。　。　。



And　next　morning　they　found　him　dead　with　his　neck　broken　in

the　bottom　of　the　stone　pit；　with　his　beautiful　clothes　a　little

bloody　and　foul　and　stained　with　the　duckweed　from　the　pond。　　But

his　face　was　a　face　of　such　happiness　that；　had　you　seen　it；　you

would　have　understood　indeed　how　that　he　had　died　happy；　never

knowing　the　cool　and　streaming　silver　for　the　duckweed　in　the　pond。