But as we turned backwards I had no dread or thought of this future contest. I felt only gay hopes, saw only ever-widening vistas. The dreams of the Golden Age, of far-off happy times grew full of meaning. I people all the future with their splendour. The air was thronged with bright supernatural beings, they moved in air, in light; and they and we and all together were sustained and thrilled by the breath of the Unknown God. As we drew nigh to the tent, the light of the fire still flickering revealed Robert's face within. He was sleeping. the warmth of the sun had not yet charmed away the signs of study and anxious thought. "Do you know the old tradition that in the deepest sleep of the body the soul goes into itself. I believe he now knows the truth he feared to face. A little while ago he was here; he was in doubt; now he is gone unto all ancient things. He was in prison; now the Bird of Paradise has wings. We cannot call him by any name, for we do not know what he is. We might indeed cry aloud to his glory, as of old the Indian sage cried to a sleeper, 'Thou great one, clad in raiment; Soma: King!" But who thinking what he is would call back the titan to this strange and pitiful dream of life? Let us breath softly to do him reverence. It is now the Hour of the King, "Who would think this quite breather From the world had taken flight? Yet within the form we see there Wakes the Golden King to-night. "Out upon the face of faces He looked forth before his sleep; Now he knows the starry races Haunters of the ancient deep; "On the Bird of Diamond Glory Floats in mystic floods of song; As he lists, Time's triple story Seems but as a day is long. "When he wakes--the dreamy-hearted-- He will know not whence he came, And the light from which he parted Be the seraph's sword of flame; "And behind its host supernal Guarding the lost Paradise, And the Tree of Life eternal From the weeping human eyes." "You are an enchanter, Bryan. As you speak I half imagine the darkness sparkles with images, with heroes and ancient kings who pass, and jeweled seraphs who move in flame. I feel mad. The distance rushes at me. The night and stars are living, and--speak unknown things! You have made me so restless I will never sleep." I lay down. The burden of the wonder and mystery of existence was upon me. Through the opening of the tent the warm night air flowed in; the stars seemed to come near--nearer--full of kindly intent--with familiar whispering; until at last I sank back into the great deep of sleep with a mysterious radiance of dream showering all about me. Night The Second The skies were dim and vast and deep Above the vales of rest; They seemed to rock the stars asleep Beyond the mountain's crest.