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Shall these bones live? God knows. / The prophet saw such clothed with flesh and skin. / A wind blew on them, and Life entered in; / They shook and rose. / Shorten the time, O Lord! Blot out their sin! / Let Life begin! / CHRISTINA ROSSETTI.
The wind was blowing through the heather, singing softly from the distant sea. The tiny tinkling sound of the purple bells was like faint music of faery.