So, after all, was it the Faun Man who had delayed?
And Cherry loved him! Had that anything to do with it? He crushed the suspicion down—and yet it survived.
“And you don’t know——. You couldn’t tell me where to write?”
The golden woman shook her head. “Who can say? You don’t know much about love, Peter. It’s a continual hoping for something which never happens—or which, when it happens, is something different. People say it’s a state of heart—it’s really a state of mind. I think—and you’ll hate me for saying it—I think true love is always on one side and is always disappointed. Did you ever hear about the green tree and the bird in the morn? You didn’t?
“A bird in the morn
To a green tree was calling:
‘Come over. Come over.
Night’s vanished. Day’s born.
And I’m weary—I want you, green tree, for my lover;
Through clouds I am falling,