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 which I rescue gladly from the caprice of the gods who rule over a mystic's manuscript. They are addressed to a girl, whom he knew, I understand, in another life, and tell how he died out of a dream of love centuries before his present body was born.

As from our dreams we died away
 * Far off I felt the outer things,

Your wind-blown tresses round me play,
 * Your bosom's gentle murmurings.

And far away our faces met
 * As on the verge of the vast spheres;

And in the night our cheeks were wet,
 * I could not say with dew or tears.

As one within the Mother's heart,
 * In that hushed dream upon the hight,

We lived, and then rose up to part,
 * Because her ways are infinite.

One or two other poems have a like perfection of feeling, but deal with more impalpable matters. There are fine passages in all, but these will often be imbedded