It has not the same hollow rattle within the coffin, that it sends up to the edge of the grave.

They buried me in no graveyard.

They loved me too much for that, I thank them; but they laid me in the grounds of their own castle, amid many trees; where, as it was spring-time, were growing primroses, and blue-bells, and all the families of the woods Now that I lay in her bosom, the whole earth, and each of her many births, was as a body to me, at my will.

I seemed to feel the great heart of the mother beating into mine, and feeding me with her own life, her own essential being and nature.

I heard the footsteps of my friends above, and they sent a thrill through my heart.