quite golden, not light yellow, but dusky golden.

I tried to get up on my feet, but was too weak, and sank back again.
She said: "No, not just yet, do not trouble yourself or try to
remember anything just at present."

There withal she kneeled down, and hung over me closer.

"To-morrow you may, perhaps, have something hard to do or bear, I
know, but now you must be as happy as you can be, quietly happy. Why
did you start and turn pale when I came to you? Do you not know who I
am? Nay, but you do, I see; and I have been waiting here so long for
you; so you must have expected to see me. You cannot be frightened of
me, are you?"

But I could not answer a word, but all the time strange knowledge,
strange feelings were filling my brain and my heart, she said: "You
are tired; rest, and dream happily."

So she sat by me, and sang to lull me to sleep, while I turned on my
elbow, and watched the waving of her throat: and the singing of all
the poets I had ever heard, and of many others too, not born till
years long after I was dead, floated all about me as she sang, and I
did indeed dream happily.

When I awoke it was the time of the cold dawn, and the colours were
gathering themselves together, whereat in fatherly approving fashion
the sun sent all across the east long bars of scarlet and orange that
after faded through yellow to green and blue. And she sat by me still;
I think she had been sitting there and singing all the time; all