Well, you can't; but _I_ can see beyond it--shall I tell you what?
I see ever so much.

I see a cottage with a steep roof, that looks like gold in the sunlight; there are tall trees throwing soft shadows round it, and flowering shrubs, I can't say what, only the colours are beautiful, growing by the walls and windows, and two little children are playing among the stems of the trees, and we are on our way there, and in a few minutes shall be under those trees ourselves, and talking to those little children.

Yet now to me it is but a picture in my brain, and to you but a story told by me, which you believe.

Come, dear; let us be going.' So we descended the steps at the right, and side by side walked along the grass lane between tall trim walls of evergreens.

The way was in deep shadow, for the sun was near the horizon; but suddenly we turned to the left, and there we stood in rich sunlight, among the many objects he had described.
'Is this your house, my little men ?' he asked of the children--pretty little rosy boys--who assented; and he leaned with his open hand against the stem of one of the trees, and with a grave smile he nodded down to me, saying-- 'You see now, and hear, and _feel_ for yourself that both the vision and the story were quite true; but come on, my dear, we have further to go.' And relapsing into silence we had a long ramble through the wood, the same on which I was now looking in the distance.