In the shadow of the ash-tree

Heathcliff on the desk He was there—leant against an old ash-tree, his hat off, and his hair soaked with the dew that had gathered on the budded branches . . . He raised his eyes and spoke: ‘She’s dead!’ he said; ‘I’ve not waited for you to learn that.'   Fritz Eichenberg went to the Heights with his dark, iconic engravings.The edition including those engravings rests, now, on my work table, its shadows shadowed by the dried hand of a flowering branch, emptied by autumn, lost in its spring.

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