music with which these spheres are filled!  Write to the rhythmic beat of the harmonies within thee ...  For lo!  Once more as in aforetime my changeless love renews in thee the power of perfect song!’ With that she moved away serenely and beckoned me to follow ...  I obeyed in haste and trembling ... long rays of rosy light swept after her like trailing wings, and as she walked, the golden nimbus round her form glowed with a thousand brilliant and changeful hues like the rainbows seen in the spray of falling water!  Through lush green grass thick with blossom,—­under groves heavy with fragrant leaves and laden with the songs of birds ... over meadows cool and mountain-sheltered, on we went—­she, like the goddess of advancing Spring, I eagerly treading in her radiant footsteps ... and presently we came to a place where two paths met, ... one all overgrown with azure and white flowers, that ascended away and away into undiscerned distance, ... the other sloping deeply downward, and full of shadows, yet dimly illumined by a pale, mysterious splendor like frosty moonlight streaming on sad-colored seas.  Here she turned and faced me, and I saw her divine eyes droop with the moisture of unshed tears.  ’Theos! ...  Theos!’ ... she cried, and the passionate cadence of her voice was as the singing of a nightingale in lonely woodlands ...  ’Again ...  Again we must part! ...  Part! ...  Oh, my beloved! ...  My beloved!  How long wilt thou sever me from thy soul and leave me alone and sorrowful amid the joys of heaven?’ As she thus spoke a sense of utter shame and loss and failure overwhelmed me, ... pierced to the very core of my being by an unexplained yet most bitter remorse, I cast myself down in deep abasement before her, ...  I caught her glittering robe ...  I strove to say ‘Forgive!’ but I was speechless as a convicted traitor in the presence of a wronged queen!  All at once the air about us was rent by a great noise of thunder intermingled with triumphal music,—­she drew her sheeny garment from my touch in haste, and stooping to me where I knelt, she kissed my forehead ...  ’Thy road lies there’—­she murmured in quick, soft tones, pointing to the vista of varying light and shadow,—­’mine, yonder!’ and she looked toward the flower-garlanded avenue—­’hasten! ...  It is time thou wert far hence! ...  Return to thine own star lest its portals be closed