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Wonderful moments had human life, but without art were they not like pearls falling into a gulf? WONDERFUL MOMENTS HAD HUMAN LIFE BUT WITHOUT ART WERE THEY NOT LIKE PEARLS FALLING INTO A GULF
e dream of my love for you—" "But I understand it all now," he continued, "see it all. Do you remember saying that perhaps I had never loved anything but images all my life? It was quite true. Since I can remember, when I thought I loved something I was sure to find sooner or later that I loved less the object itself than what I could say about it, and when I had said something beautiful, something I could remember and say over and over to myself, I cared little if the object were removed. The spiritual essence of it seemed to have passed over into my words, and I loved the reincarnation best. Only at last have I awakened to realities, and the shadows flee away. The worshipper of the Image is dead within me. But alas! that little Wonder had to die first—" "I used to tell myself," he went on, "that human life, however exquisite, without art to eternalise it, was like a rose showering its petals upon the ground. For so brief a space the rose stood perfect, then fell in a ruin of perfume. T A PART OF A GREATER DREAM THE DREAM OF MY LOVE FOR YOU BUT I UNDERSTAND IT ALL NOW HE CONTINUED SEE IT ALL DO YOU REMEMBER SAYING THAT PERHAPS I HAD NEVER LOVED ANYTHING BUT IMAGES ALL MY LIFE IT WAS QUITE TRUE SINCE I CAN REMEMBER WHEN I THOUGHT I LOVED SOMETHING I WAS SURE TO FIND SOONER OR LATER THAT I LOVED LESS THE OBJECT ITSELF THAN WHAT I COULD SAY ABOUT IT AND WHEN I HAD SAID SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL SOMETHING I COULD REMEMBER AND SAY OVER AND OVER TO MYSELF I CARED LITTLE IF THE OBJECT WERE REMOVED THE SPIRITUAL ESSENCE OF IT SEEMED TO HAVE PASSED OVER INTO MY WORDS AND I LOVED THE REINCARNATION BEST ONLY AT LAST HAVE I AWAKENED TO THE REALITIES AND THE SHADOWS FLEE AWAY THE WORSHIPPER OF THE IMAGE IS DEAD WITHIN ME BUT ALAS THAT LITTLE WONDER HAD TO DIE FIRST I USED TO TELL MYSELF HE WENT ON THAT HUMAN LIFE HOWEVER EXQUISITE WITHOUT ART TO ETERNALIZE IT WAS LIKE A ROSE SHOWERING ITS PETALS UPON THE GROUND FOR SO BRIEF A SPACE THE ROSE STOOD PERFECT THEN FELL IN A RUIN OF PERFUME
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