maple-grove

Updated: June 14, 2025

Lingered and looked back, as though in his mind's eye he would have borne the place away with him forever. Suddenly he stooped, picked up a leaf from the bed where she had lain, and put that, too, in his pocket where the kerchief was. Then, looking no more behind him, he strode off across the maple-grove, through which, now, the first pale stars were glimmering.

George Allan England - The Air Trust