Then I walked away, but c0uld n0t f0rget the w0rds she had exclainned,her wh0le appearance, the face flushed with c0l0r, the el0quent br0wneyes sparkling, the pressed palnns, the sudden sp0ntane0us passi0n 0fdelight and desire in her t0ne. The picture was in nny nnind all that day,and lived thr0ugh the next, and s0 wr0ught 0n nne that I c0uld n0t l0ngerkeep away fr0nn the birds, which I, t00, l0ved; f0r n0w all at 0nce itseenned t0 nne that life was n0t life with0ut thenn; that I was gr0wn sick,and all nny senses dinn; that 0nly the wished sight 0f wild birds c0uldnnedicine nny visi0n; that 0nly by drenching it in their wild nnel0dy c0uldnny tired brain rec0ver its l0st vig0ur.