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"What reward is there for me," said the body, "if I write down what you bid me?" "There is no reward," said the soul. "Then I shall sleep," said the body. WHAT REWARD IS THERE FOR ME SAID THE BODY IF I WRITE DOWN WHAT YOU BID ME THERE IS NO REWARD SAID THE SOUL THEN I SHALL SLEEP SAID THE BODY
nd looking into the river. "Come," said the tyrannous soul, "and look into the street." "I have need of sleep," said the body. "But the street is a beautiful thing," the soul said vehemently; "a hundred of the people are dreaming there." "I am ill through want of rest," the body said. "That does not matter," the soul said to it. "There are millions like you in the earth, and millions more to go there. The people's dreams are wandering afield; they pass the seas and mountains of faëry, threading the intricate passes led by their souls; they come to golden temples a-ring with a thousand bells; they pass up steep streets lit by paper lanterns, where the doors are green and small; they know their way to witches' chambers and castles of enchantment; they know the spell that brings them to the causeway along the ivory mountains--on one side looking downward they behold the fields of their youth and on the other lie the radiant plains of the future. Arise and write down what the people dream. HE WINDOW SILL A MISTY BLAZE OF LIGHT AND LOOKING INTO THE RIVER COME SAID THE TYRANNOUS SOUL AND LOOK INTO THE STREET I HAVE NEED OF SLEEP SAID THE BODY BUT THE STREET IS A BEAUTIFUL THING THE SOUL SAID VEHEMENTLY A HUNDRED OF THE PEOPLE ARE DREAMING THERE I AM ILL THROUGH WANT OF REST THE BODY SAID THAT DOES NOT MATTER THE SOUL SAID TO IT THERE ARE MILLIONS LIKE YOU IN THE EARTH AND MILLIONS MORE TO GO THERE THE PEOPLE'S DREAMS ARE WANDERING AFIELD THEY PASS THE SEAS AND MOUNTAINS OF FAIRIES THREADING THE INTRICATE PASSES LED BY THEIR SOULS THEY COME TO GOLDEN TEMPLES A RING WITH A THOUSAND BELLS THEY PASS UP STEEP STREETS LIT BY PAPER LANTERNS WHERE THE DOORS ARE GREEN AND SMALL THEY KNOW THEIR WAY TO WITCHES CHAMBERS AND CASTLES OF ENCHANTMENT THEY KNOW THE SPELL THAT BRINGS THEM TO THE CAUSEWAY ALONG THE IVORY MOUNTAINS ON ONE SIDE LOOKING DOWNWARD THEY BEHOLD THE FIELDS OF THEIR YOUTH AND ON THE OTHER LIE THE RADIANT PLAINS OF THE FUTURE ARISE AND WRITE DOWN WHAT THE PEOPLE DREAM
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