eyes. Artemis no more, for she has stooped to the lot of women; but still
invincibly pure, incapable of sin, though she know it all. It can never
touch her; she goes her way. She wears a blue gown now, not a white one.
Demeter, the sad, bountiful Mother she will be--yet the same woman, the
sweet and grave, the inflexible, the eternal. And, standing as she has
always stood, _she wants me, and I must go to her._

"I remember the wonder, I remember the morning glory of her first
appearing. The spell of the woods was upon her. Bare-headed, gowned in
white, she girt up her vesture and dipped her white limbs in the pool. I
went to her, all my worship in my face; I worked with her at her task.
Together we pulled the weed, we set the lilies free. High-minded as a
goddess, she revealed herself to me. I was the postulant, dumb before the
mysteries; I adored without a thought. I was nothing, could be nothing, to
her but her lover--and now _she wants me, and I must go to her._

"For two years I was close to her side--either I or my words never left
her. She became humble, suffered me to lead her, opened to me her mind,
shared with me her secret thoughts. I told her the truth; I hid nothing
from the first. From the first day she knew that I loved her. There was no
presumption in this--I asked nothing, expected nothing. I told her often
that I looked forward to her wedded state--and then it came, and I was not
ready for it as it came. Horrible thing, her nobility was her punishment.
She has suffered, she suffers; _she wants me, and I must go to her._

"How am I to go, tied and bound as I am? What can I do? I have been false
to my vows. I belong in duty to another world, to another woman, who can
command me as she will. I don't know, I don't see. I know only one thing,
and see only her, calling me with her inflexibly grave eyes. _She wants
me, and I must go to her."_