But instead of being afraid, she felt more than happy--perfectly blissful.

And from somewhere came the voice of the lady, singing a strange sweet song, of which she could distinguish every word; but of the sense she had only a feeling--no understanding.

Nor could she remember a single line after it was gone.

It vanished, like the poetry in a dream, as fast as it came.

In after years, however, she would sometimes fancy that snatches of melody suddenly rising in her brain must be little phrases and fragments of the air of that song; and the very fancy would make her happier, and abler to do her duty.
How long she lay in the water she did not know.