3. THE ARTIST
“I am tired of failing!” said the Artist, and he ripped up the picture with his penknife.
“Now he will remember my love!” thought the woman, and she smiled. But when the Artist saw the smile on her face, he took his brushes and made a picture of it, and the love of the woman was forgotten.
4. THE WINDOW GLASS
Against the dark glass shone like a flower the mouth of his beloved. But in vain he pressed lips of fire upon the panes—in vain!
“Then, since Love may not melt,” cried he, “shatter, O Death!”
God broke the window with His fist.
5. IN THE FIELD OF TIME
In the field of Time, at the end of the path of daisies, grow flaming poppies, taking the eye more readily than the flowers of gold and white.
But a man, looking at some he had plucked to wear, discovered (formed by the inside shape and hue of the petals) a black cross at the bottom of every scarlet cup, and cast them from him.