“Love desires to be aloft, and will not be kept back by anything low and mean.”
“I accept the omen,” he said, closing the book slowly. “I desire Eunice, and no lowness or meanness of Justinian and Andros will keep me back. I accept the omen.”
CHAPTER XII.
THE NEW ARGONAUTS.
From distant isles of tropic blooms,
Enthroned on seas of hyaline,
Across the waters smaragdine,
The weak winds waft us faint perfumes
Of incense, musk, and fragrant balms,
That shed their scents ’mid lasting calms,
Beneath the shade of bending palms.