falling--falling?--What was that terror-stricken cry? that wild, white
face of an old man above him? Where had this water come from that was
boiling and thundering in his ears? What was that tossed aloft by the
wave beyond? If he could but reach her!--She had gone! Cruel Night had
caught her in its black arms and was laughing at his efforts to reach
her. That mocking, hideous laughter! how it shrieked above the storm,
its dissonance as eternal as his fate! There she was again!--Sionèd!
No, she had gone, and he was beating with impotent fury those
devouring--But who was this bending over him?--the Night Queen, with
the stars in her hair? And what was she pressing into his arms? At
last! Sionèd! Sionèd!


THE END.