Читать книгу The Complete Works of Algernon Blackwood. Novels, Short Stories, Horror Classics, Occult & Supernatural Tales, Plays онлайн

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'I think I do,' he answered honestly.

'Though some of the things I hear,' she went on,' 'I don't understand till a long time afterwards.'

'What kind of things, for instance?'

She hesitated, answering slowly after a pause:

'Things like streams, and the dripping of rain, and the rustling of wet leaves, perhaps. At the time. I only hear the noise they make, but afterwards, when I'm alone, doing nothing, it all falls into words anc stories—all sorts of lovely things, but very hard to remember, of course.'

She broke off and smiled up into his face with charm that he could never have put into words. 'You'll grow up a poet, Nixie,' he said.

'Shall I really? But I could never find the rhymes—simply never.' 'Some never do,' he answered; 'and some—the majority, I think—never find the words even!'

'Oh, how dreadful! 'she exclaimed, her face clouding with a pain she could fully understand. 4 Poets who can't talk at all. I should think they would burst.'

'Some of them nearly do,' he exclaimed, hiding a smile; 'they get very queer indeed, these poor poets who cannot express themselves. I have known one or two.'