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

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'What shall I sing? '

'That thing about the two trees Uncle Paul made up.'

'But he hasn't given me the tune yet!'

'The tune's still lost,' murmured the deep voice from the shadows of the big fork. 'I must go into the Crack and find it. That's where I found the words, at least 'The sound of his voice melted away.

'Of course,' Joan was heard to say faintly, 'all lost things are in there, aren't they?'

And then something queer happened that was never explained. Perhaps they all slipped through the Crack together; or perhaps Nixie's funny little singing voice floated down to them through such a filter of listening leaves that both words and tune were changed on the way into something sweeter than they actually were in themselves.

Who told the Silver Birch tree

The stories that we made?

And how can she remember

The very games we played?

Who told her heart of silver

That, almost from her birth,

The roots of that old Pine tree

Had sought hers under earth?

For always when the wind blows