Chapter VI: Nicharcus upon Phidon his doctor

Phidon neither purged me, nor touched me,
But I remembered the name of his fever medicine
and died.

Fish and the Shadow

The salmon-trout drifts in the stream,
The soul of the salmon-trout floats over the stream
Like a little wafer of light.

The salmon moves in the sun-shot, bright shallow sea....

As light as the shadow of the fish
that falls through the water,
She came into the large room by the stair,
Yawning a little she came with the sleep still upon her.

“I am just from bed. The sleep is still in my eyes.
“Come. I have had a long dream.”

And I: “That wood?
And two springs have passed us.”

“Not so far, no, not so far now,
There is a place--but no one else knows it--
A field in a valley....
_Qu’ieu sui avinen,_
_Ieu lo sai._”

She must speak of the time
Of Arnaut de Mareuil, I thought, “_qu’ieu sui avinen_.”

Light as the shadow of the fish
That falls through the pale green water.

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