They changed and interchanged, they moved to and fro and wove mystic symbols which I could not read.
Swifter and swifter flew that shuttle of the light: the symbols grouped, gathered, faded, gathered yet again, faster and still more fast, till my eyes could count them no more.

Now I was afloat upon a sea of glory; it surged and rolled, as the ocean rolls; it tossed me high, it brought me low.

Glory was piled on glory, splendour heaped on splendour's head, and I rode above it all! Soon the lights began to pale in the rolling sea of air.

Great shadows shot across it, lines of darkness pierced it and rushed together on its breast, till, at length, I was only a Shape of Flame set like a star on the bosom of immeasurable night.

Bursts of awful music gathered from far away.