At length he could proceed no further; the path ended under a window; he was obliged to come to a stand, and knew not whether to turn or stay. Suddenly he saw a light, which behind the ancient wall appeared to be moving. He looked after the gleam, and discovered that he could see into an antique spacious hall, strangely adorned with various kinds of precious stones and crystals, that sparkled in manifold splendour, and mysteriously reflected each other from the wandering light, which was borne in the hand of a tall female form, who, in a thoughtful mood, was pacing up and down the apartment. She seemed not to belong to mortals, so large, so powerful were her limbs, so firm her countenance; but the enraptured youth thought he had never before seen or imagined such beauty. He trembled, and yet secretly wished that she might come to the window and perceive him. At last she stopped, set down the light upon a crystal table, and sang with a thrilling voice: Where can the Ancients keep, That they do not appear? From diamond pillars weep The crystals, many a tear, In full fountain falling round; And within sad tones resound. In the waves so clear and bright, And transparent as the light, There is form'd the beauteous glance, That doth the raptur'd soul entrance, And moves the heart in glowing dance. Come, ye spirits all, To the golden hall; Raise, from out the depths of gloom, Heads that sparkle; quickly come, Ye that are of wondrous power, Be of hearts the masters now, Where bright tears with passion glow; Be the rulers of the hour.