Here was the flash of crystal, and there the blaze of gems shone even through the glory that rolls around the city which is in the Place of Death.

There were trees, and their voice as they rustled was the voice of music; there was air, and, as it blew, its breath was the sobbing notes of song.
Shapes, changing, mysterious, wonderful, rushed up to meet me, and bore me down till I seemed to stand upon another earth.
"Who comes ?" cried a great Voice.
"Harmachis," answered the Shapes, that changed continually.

"Harmachis who hath been summoned from the earth to look upon the face of Her that Was and Is and Shall Be.

Harmachis, Child of Earth!" "Throw back the Gates and open wide the Doors!" pealed the awful Voice.
"Throw back the Gates and open wide the Doors; seal up his lips in silence, lest his voice jar upon the harmonies of Heaven, take away his sight lest he see that which may not be seen, and let Harmachis, who hath been summoned, pass down the path that leads to the place of the Unchanging.

Pass on, Child of Earth; but before thou goest, look up that thou mayest learn how far thou art removed from Earth." I looked up.