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One might have dreamed that just to breathe on those heights all one's days would be to grow holy by the more cleansing power of the air. With such bright currents ever running through the brain, surely one's thoughts would circle there white as stones at the bottom of a spring. ONE MIGHT HAVE DREAMED THAT JUST TO BREATHE ON THOSE HEIGHTS ALL ONE'S DAYS WOULD BE TO GROW HOLY BY THE MORE CLEANSING POWER OF THE AIR WITH SUCH BRIGHT CURRENTS EVER RUNNING THROUGH THE BRAIN SURELY ONE'S THOUGHTS WOULD CIRCLE THERE WHITE AS STONES AT THE BOTTOM OF A SPRING
s for ever. In its depths lay a magic harp which filled all its waves with music—music lovely and accursed, the voice of Silencieux. That he must never hear again. He would pile the hills against his ears. Inland and upland, he and Beatrice should go, ever closer to the kind heart of the land, ever nearer to the forgetful silences of the sky, till huge walls of space were between them and that harp of the sea. Nor in the whisper of leaves nor in the gloom of forests should the thought of Silencieux beset them. The earth that held least of her—to that earth they would go; the earth that rose nearest to heaven. Beauty indeed should be theirs—the Beauty of Nature and Love; no more the vampire's beauty of Art. It was strange to each how their souls lightened as the valleys of the world folded away behind them, and the simple slopes mounted in their path. In that pure unladen air which so exhilarated their very bodies, there seemed some mysterious property of exhilaration for the soul also.  THE SEA WAS SELAGRO'S FOR EVER IN ITS DEPTHS LAY A MAGIC HARP WHICH FILLED ALL ITS WAVES WITH MUSIC MUSIC LOVELY AND ACCURSED THE VOICE OF SALAJO THAT HE MUST NEVER HEAR AGAIN HE WOULD PILE THE HEELS AGAINST HIS EARS INLAND AND UPLAND HE AND BEATRICE SHOULD GO EVER CLOSER TO THE KIND HEART OF THE LAND EVER NEARER TO THE FORGETFUL SILENCES OF THE SKY TILL THE HUGE WALLS OF SPACE WERE BETWEEN THEM AND THAT HARP OF THE SEA NOR IN THE WHISPER OF LEAVES NOR IN THE GLOOM OF FOREST SHOULD THE THOUGHT OF SELAJO BESET THEM THE EARTH THAT HAD HELD LEAST OF HER TO THAT EARTH THEY WOULD GO THE EARTH THAT ROSE NEAREST TO HEAVEN BEAUTY INDEED SHOULD BE THEIRS THE BEAUTY OF NATURE AND LOVE NO MORE THE VAMPIRES BEAUTY OF ART IT WAS STRANGE TO EACH HOW THEIR SOULS LIGHTENED AS THE VALLEYS OF THE WORLD FOLDED AWAY BEHIND THEM AND THE SIMPLE SLOPES MOUNTED IN THEIR PATH IN THAT PURE UNLADEN AIR WHICH SO EXHILARATED THEIR VERY BODIES THERE SEEMED SOME MYSTERIOUS PROPERTY OF EXHILARATION FOR THE SOUL ALSO
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