The Night of Phoenician

I now remember that interval you call a year, and what strange store we set by it. And much she said, more than i have told i could not understand. But sat with bent head and crossed arms, full of strange perplexity of feeling. For an hour we talked, and then on a sudden blodwin started to her feet and stood in listening attitude. They are coming. Phoenician, she cried, and pointed to the door. I arose with a strange uneasy feeling and looked out. The grey dawn had spread from sky to sky, and an angry flush was over all the air. Never sound or footfall broke the stillness. You shall not, must not