Then from the depths and holy night, as a young sun springs from abysms of the sea, white, letting stream from shoulders to back her hair where pale hyacinths swim, a woman rises. (Tr. 26) If you clasp only chimerae, if you drink the intoxication of delusive wine, what matter! The sun dies, the imaginary crowd is dead, but the world subsists in your own soul: See! the days are faded like brief roses, but your word has created the mirage in which you live. (Tr. 27) I have known all the gods of earth and heaven. (Tr. 28) Eternal flowers, flowers equal to the gods I (Tr. 29) The fair, the white, the lovely lady of lilies. (Tr. 30) The autumn roses wither, the flowers that bedecked the graves; slowly the corollae are scattered and the cold ground is strewn with falling petals. (Tr. 31) There are houses whose fronts weep, there are knells that toll in the belfry, where faint bells ring. Towards what streams of death have the virgins marched, the virgins with fair rings on their fingers? (Tr. 32) Lady of amourous, swooning lilies, Lady of languishing, faded lilies, Sad with eyes of belladonna. Lady of dreams of royal roses, Lady of sombre, nuptial roses, Frail as a madonna-- Lady of heaven and rapture, Lady of ecstacy and renouncement, Chaste far-off star. Lady of hell, thy sullen smile, Lady of the devil, a kiss of thy mouth, Is the fire of evil fountains, And I burn if I touch thee. (Tr. 33) Methinks, my soul, thou art a garden. (Tr. 34) Of the lady that has passed away. (Tr. 35) HELEN _(Faust's laboratory at Wittenberg)_ From the evolved ages I have reascended the stream and, with a heart intoxicated by sublime designs, deserted the Hades and holy shades where the soul is steeped in an ineffable calm. Time has not bent the curve of my breasts. I am ever up and strong in trial, I, the eternal virgin and eternal widow, glory of Hellas, among war with its black tocsins. O Faust! I come to you, abandoning the bosom of the Mothers! For you I have left, on wings of the chimerae, the pale shades where he buried the gods. I bring for your love, from the depths of antique skies, my neck whose lilies time has not vanquished and my voice made supple with prophetic rhythms. (Tr. 36) Bourget, Maupassant and Loti are found in all the stations, offered with the roast. Choose these authors at the same time as the cigars. Bourget, Maupassant are found in all the stations. (Tr. 37) She is the victim and the little spouse. (Tr. 38) Truly, Monsieur Benoist approves of persons who have read Voltaire and are opposed to Jesuits. He muses. He is partial to long controversies, calmuniates priest and theriac.