Where was her loving, innocent soul wandering?
Between the myrtle hedges and under the fig-tree with her lover?
Oh, who can tell where the soul goes when sleep gives it some release?
Perhaps it is at night our angels need to watch us most carefully.

For the soul, in dreams, can visit evil and sorrowful places, as well as happy and holy ones.

But Isabel slept and smiled, and Antonia whispered a prayer at her side ere she went to her own rest.
And the waning moon cast a pathetic beauty over the Eden-like land, till dawn brought that mystical silence in which every new day is born.

Then Robert Worth rose from the chair in which he had been sitting so long, remembering the past and forecasting the future.

He walked to the window, opened it, and looked towards the mountains.