I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry. You may go back, Marthe. And if I don’t, I go mad. Neither did his interest,—which was by no means inconsiderable,—nor his general popularity, procure him the preferment he desired. What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire was hers.
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