CHAPTER XXVI. In which the Reader will learn how the Fairies were received by the Sovereigns of the Mines.--The Complaint of the Last of the Fauns.--The Red Huntsman.--The Storm.--Death CHAPTER XXVII. Thurmberg.--A Storm upon the Rhine.--The Ruins of Rheinfels.--Peril Unfelt by Love.--The Echo of the Lurlei-berg.--St. Goar.--Kaub, Gutenfels, and Pfalzgrafenstein.--A certain Vastness of Mind in the First Hermits.--The Scenery of the Rhine to Bacharach CHAPTER XXVIII. The Voyage to Bingen.--The Simple Incidents in this Tale Excused.--The Situation and Character of Gertrude.--The Conversation of the Lovers in the Tempest.--A Fact Contradicted.--Thoughts occasioned by a Madhouse amongst the most Beautiful Landscapes of the Rhine CHAPTER XXIX. Ellfeld.--Mayence.--Heidelberg.--A Conversation between Vane and the German Student.--The Ruins of the Castle of Heidelberg and its Solitary Habitant CHAPTER XXX. No Part of the Earth really Solitary.--The Song of the Fairies.--The Sacred Spot.--The Witch of the Evil Winds.--The Spell and the Duty of the Fairies CHAPTER XXXI. Gertrude and Trevylyan, when the former is awakened to the Approach of Death CHAPTER XXXII. A Spot to be Buried in CHAPTER THE LAST The Conclusion of this Tale THE IDEAL WORLD I. THE IDEAL WORLD,--ITS REALM IS EVERYWHERE AROUND US; ITS INHABITANTS ARE THE IMMORTAL PERSONIFICATIONS OF ALL BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS; TO THAT WORLD WE ATTAIN BY THE REPOSE OF THE SENSES. AROUND “this visible diurnal sphere” There floats a World that girds us like the space; On wandering clouds and gliding beams career Its ever-moving murmurous Populace. There, all the lovelier thoughts conceived below Ascending live, and in celestial shapes. To that bright World, O Mortal, wouldst thou go? Bind but thy senses, and thy soul escapes: To care, to sin, to passion close thine eyes; Sleep in the flesh, and see the Dreamland rise! Hark to the gush of golden waterfalls, Or knightly tromps at Archimagian Walls! In the green hush of Dorian Valleys mark The River Maid her amber tresses knitting; When glow-worms twinkle under coverts dark, And silver clouds o’er summer stars are flitting, With jocund elves invade “the Moone’s sphere, Or hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear;” * Or, list! what time the roseate urns of dawn Scatter fresh dews, and the first skylark weaves Joy into song, the blithe Arcadian Faun Piping to wood-nymphs under Bromian leaves, While slowly gleaming through the purple glade Come Evian’s panther car, and the pale Naxian Maid. * “Midsummer Night’s Dream.”