Is that too a dream, or is there no Rag- The Wild 

 narok for the gods to fear ? This at least we A PP le - 

 know, that as the winter-tide, the death-tide, 

 eternally recurs, so is the foam-white Dream 

 continually rewoven, so everlastingly does 

 Spring come again in the green garment that 

 is the symbol of immortality and wearing the 

 white coronals of blossom which stand for the 

 soul's inalienable hope, for the spirit's in- 

 calculable joy. For Avalon is not a dream. 

 It is with us still. It is here indeed, though 

 set within no frontiers, and unlimned in any 

 chart. And even the apples of Iduna grow 

 within reach : the least of us may eat of the 

 fruit . . . till the coming of Ragnarok. 



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