Anne of the Island - L. M. Montgomery

problems of her girlish existence. In imagination she sailed over storied seas that
wash the distant shining shores of “faery lands forlorn,” where lost Atlantis and
Elysium lie, with the evening star for pilot, to the land of Heart’s Desire. And
she was richer in those dreams than in realities; for things seen pass away, but
the things that are unseen are eternal.