Excerpt from About "the Hights" With Juanita Miller Maybe he took your hand in his pink palm, led you to a seat under the olive trees, saying, Come listen, 0 Love, to the voice of the Dove, come harken and hear him say, Many tomorrows, my love, my love, only one today; now what is thy secret serene grey Dove, of wooing and winning alway? Many tomorrows, my love, my love; only one today. Or was it afternoon and did you find him in corduroys, sombrero and high boots, planting some of his twenty-five thousand trees, nursing them tenderly, as he said bringing them up on the bottle, or maybe he was erecting some of the monuments or stone terraces; and did he point to the older trees, saying, Why These trees, these very stones could tell how long I've loved them and how well, and in after years maybe I will come and sit; sit here so silently you may not know of it. Did he pause to point out the view and did he say to you, Deep below us lies the valley, steep below us is the Town. See Great sea ships ride and rally, and the world walks up and down. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.