The hill became a cloud of dust; through the cloud I beheld the
revealed features of my beloved one. In her eyes eternity reposed;
I grasped her hands, and my tears formed a glittering, inseparable
bond. Ages were swept by like storms into the distance; on her neck
I wept tears of ecstasy for life renewed. It was my first, my only
dream; and from that time I feel an eternal and unchanging faith in
the heaven of the Night, and in its light, the Loved One.



IV.



Now do I know when the last morn will be; when the light shall no
more give alarm to the night and to love; when the slumber shall be
without end, and there shall be but one exhaustless dream. Heavenly
weariness do I feel within me. Long and wearisome had become the
pilgrimage to the holy grave--the cross a burthen. He who hath
tasted of the crystal wave that gushes forth, unknown to common eye,
in the dark bosom of that hill, against whose foot the flood of
earthly waves is dashed and broken; he who hath stood upon the
summit of the world's mountain bounds, and hath looked beyond them
down into that new land, into the abode of Night; he, well I ween,
turns not back into the turmoil of the world--into the land where
the light, and eternal unrest, dwells.

There, above, does he erect his huts--his huts of peace; there longs
and loves, until comes the most welcome of all hours to draw him
down into that fountain's source. Upon the surface floats all that