cocoanut-palm. And here too was the dove to which the heavy-hearted
maiden at the waning of summer, in the orchard among the ripening
peaches, confides passionate messages that it may bear them along in
its flight into the unknown.

And there were the doves of old parsonages shrouded in roses, and
those which Jocelyn with his incense-fragrant hand fed as he dreamed
of Laurence. And there was the dove which is given to the dying little
girl, and that which in certain regions is placed upon the burning
brow of the sick, and the blinded dove whose voice is so filled
with pain that it lures the flight of its passing sisters toward
the huntsman's ambush, and the dove, the gentlest of all, who brings
comfort to the forgotten old poet in his garret.

* * * * *

The third paradise was that of the sheep.

It lay in the heart of an emerald valley watered by streams, and
beneath their sun-bathed crystal the grass was of a marvelous green.
And nearby was a lake, iridescent like mother-of-pearl and the
feathers of a peacock; it was azure and glistened like mica, and
seemed to be the breast of humming-birds and the wing of butterflies.
Here after they had licked the pure white salt from the golden-grained
granite, the sheep dreamed their long dream, and their tufts of thick
wool overlapped like the leaves of great branches covered with snow.

This landscape was so pure and of such dreamlike clarity that it had
whitened the eye-lashes of the lambs, and had entered into their eyes
of gold. And the atmosphere was so transparent that it seemed one