I stood with an ocean of sighs frozen in my bosom.

I could remain no longer.

She was near me, and I could not see her; near me in the arms of one loved better than I, and I would not see her, and I would not be by her.

But how to escape from the nearness of the best beloved?
I had not this time forgotten the mark; for the fact that I could not enter the sphere of these living beings kept me aware that, for me, I moved in a vision, while they moved in life.

I looked all about for the mark, but could see it nowhere; for I avoided looking just where it was.