Analogues and symbols

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"Dear Lady of my thoughts, dear Lady Cunard, time turns all things into analogues and symbols, and in the course of the years I have come to think of you as an evening fountain under embosoming trees. The fountain murmurs, sings, exults; it welcomes every coming minute; and when the dusk deepens in the garden and the gallants enfold their ladies in scarves and veils and the rout disperses, the fountain sings alone the sorrows of the water-lilies to the moon."

- George Moore's dedication from Ulick and Soracha