I gazed and worshipped, and as I did so, again the sea spoke unquestioned: "'In darkness thou hast found light, in Death seek for wisdom.' "Then once more Hope rent her starry robes, and the angels drew down a veil over the eyes of Night, and the sea swallowed me, and I sank till I reached the deep foundations of mortal death.

And there in the Halls of Death I sat for ages upon ages, till at last I saw you come, and on your lips was the word of wisdom that makes all things clear, but what it was I cannot remember.

Then I stretched out my hand to greet you, and woke, and that is all my dream." Beatrice ceased, her grey eyes set wide, as though they still strove to trace their spiritual vision upon the air of earth, her breast heaving, and her lips apart.
"Great heaven!" he said, "what an imagination you must have to dream such a dream as that." "Imagination," she answered, returning to her natural manner.

"I have none, Mr.Bingham.I used to have, but I lost it when I lost--everything else.

Can you interpret my dream?
Of course you cannot; it is nothing but nonsense--such stuff as dreams are made of, that is all." "It may be nonsense, I daresay it is, but it is beautiful nonsense," he answered.