but should have stood aside and made them way War came, and every hand raised to murder;!

You would envy me, you would think me wonder- When I saw the torn dead, I knew it was my own

After much struggling and loss in love and in the world of man, the protagonist throws in his lot with a woman who is already married. Together they go into another country, she perforce leaving her children behind. The conflict of love and hate goes on between the man and the woman, and between these two and the world around them, till it reaches some sort of conclusion, they transcend into some condition of blessedness I SHALL never forget the maniacal horror of it all I would be a good fountain, a good well-head,