Margarita's Soul: The Romantic Recollections of a Man of Fifty. Josephine Daskam Bacon
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They Crooned Together There, the Woman, the Child and the Birds	Frontispiece
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Scooped Hundreds—Perhaps Thousands—Out of a Chest to Flee at Dawn	43
The Tall, Gaunt, Silent Woman … Striding Through the Pastures	49
I Seem to See … a Beautiful Woman in a Blue Dress Sitting Under a Fruit Tree	105
Persons Born in That Month of That Year Will Never Be Otherwise Than Far Out of the Ordinary	132
Margarita Stopped and Stared at It Several Minutes	144
For Hours and Hours I Walked, Muttering and Cursing	163
Her Weekly Check, Plus a Draft for a Hundred Pounds	174
She Spins Her Hemp and Weaves Osiers into Baskets and Changes Them for Goats' Hams	204
The Gloomy, Faded Glories of the Musty Palace	208
Ah, Faithful Caliban, What Hours of Terrible Tuition Made Thy Task Clear to Thee!	233
He Sketched Her in Charcoal, Dressed (He Would Have It) in Black	240
It Was After the Garden Love-Scene That She Won Her Recalls	250
They Are Still as Death, Tranced in Those Liquid Bell-Tones	270
I Leaned Over the Bank and Cried That I Was There, But She Never Stopped—It Was Terrible	281
It Is a Favourite Claim of Ours Who Are Bidden to That Home That It Is an Enchanted Isle	296

O I have seen a fair mermaid,

That sang beside a lonely sea,

And now her long black hair she'll braid,

And be my own good wife to me.

O woe's the day you saw the maid,

And woe's the song she sang the sea,

In hell her long black hair she'll braid,

For ne'er a soul at all has she!

Sir Hugh and the Mermaiden.