From a Dream-book 



Fr. IV 



... "So wronging the being who loves, 

 the being blindly imagined but of yesterday, 

 this mocker mocks the divine in the past of the 

 Soul of the World. Then in that heart is re 

 vived the countless million sorrows buried in 

 forgotten graves, all the old pain of Love, in 

 its patient contest with Hate, since the beginning 

 of Time. 



" And the Gods know, the dim ones who 

 dwell beyond Space, spinning the mysteries 

 of Shape and Name. For they sit at the roots 

 of Life ; and the pain runs back to them ; and 

 they feel that wrong, as the Spider feels in 

 the trembling of her web that a thread is 

 broken. . . ." 



Fr. V 



..." Love at sight is the choice of the dead. 

 But the most of them are older than ethical 

 systems ; and the decision of their majorities is 

 rarely moral. They choose by beauty, accord 

 ing to their memory of physical excellence ; and 



