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When it vanished, she tried to see it again. It would not come when she called it; but when her thoughts left knocking at the door of the lost, and wandered away, out came the pale, troubled, silent face again, gathering itself up from some unknown nook in her world of phantasy, and once more, when she tried to steady it by the fixedness of her own regard, fading back into the mist. So the phantasm of the dead drew near and wooed, as the living had never dared. WHEN IT VANISHED SHE TRIED TO SEE IT AGAIN IT WOULD NOT COME WHEN SHE CALLED IT BUT WHEN HER THOUGHTS LEFT KNOCKING AT THE DOOR OF THE LOST AND WANDERED AWAY OUT CAME THE PALE TROUBLED SILENT FACE AGAIN GATHERING ITSELF UP FROM SOME UNKNOWN NOOK IN HER WORLD OF FANTASY AND ONCE MORE WHEN SHE TRIED TO STEADY IT BY THE FIXEDNESS OF HER REGARD FADING BACK INTO THE MIST SO THE PHANTASM OF THE DEAD DREW NEAR AND WOOED AS THE LIVING HAD NEVER DARED
nce, as she passed, at the couch and the figure blocked out in black upon it. She hastened to her chamber, shut and locked the door, sat down on the side of the couch, and fell, not a-weeping, but a-thinking. Was he dead? What did it matter? They would all be dead soon. Her mother was dead already. It was only that the earth could not bear more children, except she devoured those to whom she had already given birth. But what if they had to come back in another form, and live another sad, hopeless, love-less life over again?--And so she went on questioning, and receiving no replies; while through all her thoughts passed and repassed the eyes of Wolkenlicht, which she had often felt to be upon her when she did not see them, wild with repressed longing, the light of their love shining through the veil of diffused tears, ever gathering and never overflowing. Then came the pale face, so worshipping, so distant in its self-withdrawn devotion, slowly dawning out of the vapours of her reverie. HE WITHDREW WITH ONE MORE GLANCE AS SHE PASSED AT THE COUCH AND THE FIGURE BLOCKED OUT IN BLACK UPON IT SHE HASTENED TO HER CHAMBER SHUT AND LOCKED THE DOOR SAT DOWN ON THE SIDE OF THE COUCH AND FELL NOT A WEEPING BUT A THINKING WAS HE DEAD WHAT DID IT MATTER THEY WOULD ALL BE DEAD SOON HER MOTHER WAS DEAD ALREADY IT WAS ONLY THAT THE EARTH COULD NOT BEAR MORE CHILDREN EXCEPT SHE DEVOURED THOSE TO WHOM SHE HAD ALREADY GIVEN BIRTH BUT WHAT IF THEY HAD TO COME BACK IN ANOTHER FORM AND LIVE ANOTHER SAD HOPELESS LOVELESS LIFE OVER AGAIN AND SO SHE WENT ON QUESTIONING AND RECEIVING NO REPLIES WHILE THROUGH ALL HER THOUGHTS PASSED AND REPASSED THE EYES OF WOLKENLICHT WHICH SHE HAD SO OFTEN FELT TO BE UPON HER WHEN SHE DID NOT SEE THEM WILD WITH REPRESSED LONGING THE LIGHT OF THEIR LOVE SHINING THROUGH THE VEIL OF DIFFUSED TEARS EVER GATHERING AND NEVER OVERFLOWING THEN CAME THE PALE FACE SO WORSHIPPING SO DISTANT IN ITS SELF WITHDRAWN DEVOTION SLOWLY DAWNING OUT OF THE VAPOURS OF HER REVERIE
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