Are they jealous of us ?" "Clearly, at all events, we are not at home amidst them--not genuinely so," admitted the doctor.
"And yet you say we are sprung of them ?" said Juliet.
"We have lifted ourselves above them," rejoined the doctor, "and must conquer them next." "And until we conquer them," suggested Juliet, "our lifting above them is in vain ?" "For we return to them," assented Faber; and silence fell.--"Yes," he resumed, "it is sad.

The upper air is sweet, and the heart of man loves the sun;--" "Then," interrupted Juliet, "why would you have me willing to go down to the darkness ?" "I would not have you willing.

I would have you love the light as you do.

We can not but love the light, for it is good; and the sorrow that we must leave it, and that so soon, only makes it dearer.

The sense of coming loss is, or ought to be, the strongest of all bonds between the creatures of a day.