And those
that are alive now--there will be cuckoos calling, and the eggs in the
thrushes' nests, and blackbirds whistling, and blue cornflowers, a
thousand years after every one of them is gone.
"So that is why it is so sweet this minute, and why I want you, and your
people, dear, to be happy now and to have all these things, and to agree
so as not to be so anxious and careworn, but to come out with us, or sit
by us, and listen to the blackbirds, and hear the wind rustle us, and be
happy. Oh, I wish I could make them happy, and do away with all their
care and anxiety, and give you all heaps and heaps of flowers! Don't go
away, darling, do you lie still, and I will talk and sing to you, and you
can pick some more flowers when you get up. There is a beautiful shadow
there, and I heard the streamlet say that he would sing a little to you;
he is not very big, he cannot sing very loud. By-and-by, I know, the sun
will make us as dry as dry, and darker, and then the reapers will come
while the spiders are spinning their silk again--this time it will come
floating in the blue air, for the air seems blue if you look up.
"It is a great joy to your people, dear, when the reaping time arrives:
the harvest is a great joy to you when the thistledown comes rolling
along in the wind.
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