Chapter XXII: The End

"--And the ballade humbly prays,
The tribute of your sighs,
For the hawke's blinde little eyes,
--And the cavalier who lies
By the four cross ways."

The little falcon came back last night. It has been weeks away, but it came back last night, and I feel it even now pinching at my wrist. It seems to say, "Hurry, you have nearly finished." It seems anxious for me to go with it. Where? I do not know.

I can scarcely write. I am half-blind with what? God only knows. Not tears, for I have no tears left. A darkness has stolen over my brain. In writing this story I have drawn the past up to me like an unwilling ghost: I have kissed it on the forehead, mouth, and eyes, and now that my story is finished it has slipped back into the darkness, and I am left alone.

They have buried Geraldine. Not in the little church in the park, where all the Wilders are buried; she has a grave of her own outside the church, and on the marble headstone is the name "Beatrice Sinclair."

But I shall be buried in the church, and I know that my tablet will bear the inscription, "Sir Gerald Wilder, Kt." so that even our dust may not meet,--what matter?

I am not afraid to die; in fact, if I could be glad about anything, I should now be glad. Death seems to me such a little withered, contemptible figure, for ever jealous of Love--yet sometimes death seems to me like a white marble portico, seen down an alley of cypress trees, under a sky all dark with autumn.

Beneath the ocean spray
Strange things lie hid away;
And in the gloom
Of many a tomb
Lie stranger things than they.
But in the world, I wis,
Nought is more strange than this--
The love of Death for May.
Nothing more strange above
The skies where eagles rove;
Nothing below the winter snow
Or flowers that spring winds move;
Nought in eternity
Or time, unless it be
The love of Death for Love.

TURNBULL AND SPEARS, PRINTERS, EDINBURGH.

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