I only knew that I had seen perfection face to face, and that the world had become wonderful to my eyes--too wonderful, perhaps, for in such mad worships there is peril, the peril of losing them, no less than the peril of keeping them....

Weeks and weeks went on, and I grew more and more absorbed in you.

Then came a new development.

I had drawn you as Paris in dainty armour, and as Adonis with huntsman's cloak and polished boar-spear.

Crowned with heavy lotus-blossoms you had sat on the prow of Adrian's barge, gazing across the green turbid Nile.