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 Smiling almost fiercely, continued, looking upward. You are too strong, you see, Mr. Philip! you are like the sea there, Which will come, through the straights and all between the mountains, Forcing its great strong tide into every nook and inlet, Getting far in, up the quiet stream of sweet inland water, Sucking it up, and stopping it, turning it, driving it backward, Quite preventing its own quiet running: And then, soon after, Back it goes off, leaving weeds on the shore, and wrack and uncleanness: And the poor burn in the glen tries again its peaceful running, But it is brackish and tainted, and all its banks disordered. That was what I dreamt all last night. I was the burnie, Trying to get along through the tyrannous brine, and could not; I was confined and squeezed in the coils of the great salt tide, that Would mix-in itself with me, and change me; I felt myself changing; And I struggled, and screamed, I believe, in my dream. It was dreadful. You are too strong, Mr. Philip! I am but a poor slender burnie, Used to the glens and the rocks, the rowan and birch of the woodies, Quite unused to the great salt sea; quite afraid and unwilling. Ere she had spoken two words, had Philip released her fingers: As she went on, he recoiled, fell back, and shook, and shivered; There he stood, looking pale and ghastly; when she had ended, Answering in hollow voice, It is true; oh quite true, Elspie; Oh, you are always right; oh, what, what have I been doing! I will depart to-morrow. But oh, forget me not wholly, Wholly, Elspie, nor hate me, no, do not hate me, my Elspie. But a revulsion passed through the brain and bosom of Elspie; And she got up from her seat on the rock; putting by her knitting; Went to him, where he stood, and answered. No, Mr. Philip, No, you are good, Mr. Philip, and gentle; and I am the foolish; No, Mr. Philip, forgive me. She stepped right to him, and boldly Took up his hand, and placed it in hers; he daring no movement; Took up the cold hanging hand, up-forcing the heavy elbow. I am afraid, she said, but I will! and kissed the fingers. And he fell on his knees and kissed her own past counting.

But a revulsion wrought in the brain and bosom of Elspie; And the passion she just had compared to the vehement ocean,