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Lilith "But when you see your mother again," he continued, "you will not at first know her. She will go on steadily growing younger until she reaches the perfection of her womanhood−−a splendour beyond foresight. Then she will open her eyes, behold on one side her husband, on the other her son−−and rise and leave them to go to a father and a brother more to her than they." I heard as one in a dream. I was very cold, but already the cold caused me no suffering. I felt them put on me the white garment of the dead. Then I forgot everything. The night about me was pale with sleeping faces, but I was asleep also, nor knew that I slept. CHAPTER XLIII. THE DREAMS THAT CAME I grew aware of existence, aware also of the profound, the infinite cold. I was intensely blessed−−more blessed, I know, than my heart, imagining, can now recall. I could not think of warmth with the least suggestion of pleasure. I knew that I had enjoyed it, but could not remember how. The cold had soothed every care, dissolved every pain, comforted every sorrow. COMFORTED? Nay; sorrow was swallowed up in the life drawing nigh to restore every good and lovely thing a hundredfold! I lay at peace, full of the quietest expectation, breathing the damp odours of Earth's bountiful bosom, aware of the souls of primroses, daisies and snowdrops, patiently waiting in it for the Spring. How convey the delight of that frozen, yet conscious sleep! I had no more to stand up! had only to lie stretched out and still! How cold I was, words cannot tell; yet I grew colder and colder−−and welcomed the cold yet more and more. I grew continuously less conscious of myself, continuously more conscious of bliss, unimaginable yet felt. I had neither made it nor prayed for it: it was mine in virtue of existence! and existence was mine in virtue of a Will that dwelt in mine. Then the dreams began to arrive−−and came crowding.−−I lay naked on a snowy peak. The white mist heaved below me like a billowy sea. The cold moon was in the air with me, and above the moon and me the colder sky, in which the moon and I dwelt. I was Adam, waiting for God to breathe into my nostrils the breath of life.−−I was not Adam, but a child in the bosom of a mother white with a radiant whiteness. I was a youth on a white horse, leaping from cloud to cloud of a blue heaven, hasting calmly to some blessed goal. For centuries I dreamed−−or was it chiliads? or only one long night?−−But why ask? for time had nothing to do with me; I was in the land of thought−−farther in, higher up than the seven dimensions, the ten senses: I think I was where I am−−in the heart of God.−−I dreamed away dim cycles in the centre of a melting glacier, the spectral moon drawing nearer and nearer, the wind and the welter of a torrent growing in my ears. I lay and heard them: the wind and the water and the moon sang a peaceful waiting for a redemption drawing nigh. I dreamed cycles, I say, but, for aught I knew or can tell, they were the solemn, æonian march of a second, pregnant with eternity. Then, of a sudden, but not once troubling my conscious bliss, all the wrongs I had ever done, from far beyond my earthly memory down to the present moment, were with me. Fully in every wrong lived the conscious I, confessing, abjuring, lamenting the dead, making atonement with each person I had injured, hurt, or offended. Every human soul to which I had caused a troubled thought, was now grown unspeakably dear to me, and I humbled myself before it, agonising to cast from between us the clinging offence. I wept at the feet of the mother whose commands I had slighted; with bitter shame I confessed to my father that I had told him two lies, and long forgotten them: now for long had remembered them, and kept them in memory to crush at last at his feet. I was the eager slave of all whom I had thus or anyhow wronged. Countless services I devised to render them! For this one I would build such a house as had never grown from the ground! for that one I would train such horses as had never yet been seen in any world! For a third I would make such a garden as had never bloomed, haunted with still pools, and alive with running waters! I would write songs to make their hearts swell, and tales to make them glow! I would turn the forces of the world into such channels of invention as to make them laugh with the joy of wonder! Love possessed me! Love was my life! Love was to Lilith 148
me, as to him that made me, all in all! Suddenly I found myself in a solid blackness, upon which the ghost of light that dwells in the caverns of the eyes could not cast one fancied glimmer. But my heart, which feared nothing and hoped infinitely, was full of peace. I lay imagining what the light would be when it came, and what new creation it would bring with it−−when, suddenly, without conscious volition, I sat up and stared about me. The moon was looking in at the lowest, horizontal, crypt−like windows of the death−chamber, her long light slanting, I thought, across the fallen, but still ripening sheaves of the harvest of the great husbandman.−−But no; that harvest was gone! Gathered in, or swept away by chaotic storm, not a sacred sheaf was there! My dead were gone! I was alone!−−In desolation dread lay depths yet deeper than I had hitherto known!−−Had there never been any ripening dead? Had I but dreamed them and their loveliness? Why then these walls? why the empty couches? No; they were all up! they were all abroad in the new eternal day, and had forgotten me! They had left me behind, and alone! Tenfold more terrible was the tomb its inhabitants away! The quiet ones had made me quiet with their presence−−had pervaded my mind with their blissful peace; now I had no friend, and my lovers were far from me! A moment I sat and stared horror−stricken. I had been alone with the moon on a mountain top in the sky; now I was alone with her in a huge cenotaph: she too was staring about, seeking her dead with ghastly gaze! I sprang to my feet, and staggered from the fearful place. The cottage was empty. I ran out into the night. Lilith No moon was there! Even as I left the chamber, a cloudy rampart had risen and covered her. But a broad shimmer came from far over the heath, mingled with a ghostly murmuring music, as if the moon were raining a light that plashed as it fell. I ran stumbling across the moor, and found a lovely lake, margined with reeds and rushes: the moon behind the cloud was gazing upon the monsters' den, full of clearest, brightest water, and very still.−−But the musical murmur went on, filling the quiet air, and drawing me after it. I walked round the border of the little mere, and climbed the range of hills. What a sight rose to my eyes! The whole expanse where, with hot, aching feet, I had crossed and recrossed the deep−scored channels and ravines of the dry river−bed, was alive with streams, with torrents, with still pools−−"a river deep and wide"! How the moon flashed on the water! how the water answered the moon with flashes of its own−−white flashes breaking everywhere from its rock−encountered flow! And a great jubilant song arose from its bosom, the song of new−born liberty. I stood a moment gazing, and my heart also began to exult: my life was not all a failure! I had helped to set this river free!−−My dead were not lost! I had but to go after and find them! I would follow and follow until I came whither they had gone! Our meeting might be thousands of years away, but at last−−AT LAST I should hold them! Wherefore else did the floods clap their hands? I hurried down the hill: my pilgrimage was begun! In what direction to turn my steps I knew not, but I must go and go till I found my living dead! A torrent ran swift and wide at the foot of the range: I rushed in, it laid no hold upon me; I waded through it. The next I sprang across; the third I swam; the next I waded again. I stopped to gaze on the wondrous loveliness of the ceaseless flash and flow, and to hearken to the multitudinous broken music. Every now and then some incipient air would seem about to draw itself clear of the dulcet confusion, only to merge again in the consorted roar. At moments the world of waters would invade as if to overwhelm me−−not with the force of its seaward rush, or the shouting of its liberated throng, but with the greatness of the silence wandering into sound. As I stood lost in delight, a hand was laid on my shoulder. I turned, and saw a man in the prime of strength, beautiful as if fresh from the heart of the glad creator, young like him who cannot grow old. I looked: it was Adam. He stood large and grand, clothed in a white robe, with the moon in his hair. Lilith 149
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"But when you see your mother again," he continued, "you will not at first know her. She will go on steadily<br />
growing younger until she reaches the perfection of her womanhood−−a splendour beyond foresight. Then<br />
she will open her eyes, behold on one side her husband, on the other her son−−and rise and leave them to go<br />
to a father and a brother more to her than they."<br />
I heard as one in a dream. I was very cold, but already the cold caused me no suffering. I felt them put on me<br />
the white garment of the dead. Then I forgot everything. The night about me was pale with sleeping faces, but<br />
I was asleep also, nor knew that I slept.<br />
CHAPTER XLIII. THE DREAMS THAT CAME<br />
I grew aware of existence, aware also of the profound, the infinite cold. I was intensely blessed−−more<br />
blessed, I know, than my heart, imagining, can now recall. I could not think of warmth with the least<br />
suggestion of pleasure. I knew that I had enjoyed it, but could not remember how. The cold had soothed<br />
every care, dissolved every pain, comforted every sorrow. COMFORTED? Nay; sorrow was swallowed up in<br />
the life drawing nigh to restore every good and lovely thing a hundredfold! I lay at peace, full of the quietest<br />
expectation, breathing the damp odours of Earth's bountiful bosom, aware of the souls of primroses, daisies<br />
and snowdrops, patiently waiting in it for the Spring.<br />
How convey the delight of that frozen, yet conscious sleep! I had no more to stand up! had only to lie<br />
stretched out and still! How cold I was, words cannot tell; yet I grew colder and colder−−and welcomed the<br />
cold yet more and more. I grew continuously less conscious of myself, continuously more conscious of bliss,<br />
unimaginable yet felt. I had neither made it nor prayed for it: it was mine in virtue of existence! and existence<br />
was mine in virtue of a Will that dwelt in mine.<br />
Then the dreams began to arrive−−and came crowding.−−I lay naked on a snowy peak. The white mist<br />
heaved below me like a billowy sea. The cold moon was in the air with me, and above the moon and me the<br />
colder sky, in which the moon and I dwelt. I was Adam, waiting for God to breathe into my nostrils the<br />
breath of life.−−I was not Adam, but a child in the bosom of a mother white with a radiant whiteness. I was a<br />
youth on a white horse, leaping from cloud to cloud of a blue heaven, hasting calmly to some blessed goal.<br />
For centuries I dreamed−−or was it chiliads? or only one long night?−−But why ask? for time had nothing to<br />
do with me; I was in the land of thought−−farther in, higher up than the seven dimensions, the ten senses: I<br />
think I was where I am−−in the heart of God.−−I dreamed away dim cycles in the centre of a melting glacier,<br />
the spectral moon drawing nearer and nearer, the wind and the welter of a torrent growing in my ears. I lay<br />
and heard them: the wind and the water and the moon sang a peaceful waiting for a redemption drawing nigh.<br />
I dreamed cycles, I say, but, for aught I knew or can tell, they were the solemn, æonian march of a second,<br />
pregnant with eternity.<br />
Then, of a sudden, but not once troubling my conscious bliss, all the wrongs I had ever done, from far beyond<br />
my earthly memory down to the present moment, were with me. Fully in every wrong lived the conscious I,<br />
confessing, abjuring, lamenting the dead, making atonement with each person I had injured, hurt, or offended.<br />
Every human soul to which I had caused a troubled thought, was now grown unspeakably dear to me, and I<br />
humbled myself before it, agonising to cast from between us the clinging offence. I wept at the feet of the<br />
mother whose commands I had slighted; with bitter shame I confessed to my father that I had told him two<br />
lies, and long forgotten them: now for long had remembered them, and kept them in memory to crush at last<br />
at his feet. I was the eager slave of all whom I had thus or anyhow wronged. Countless services I devised to<br />
render them! For this one I would build such a house as had never grown from the ground! for that one I<br />
would train such horses as had never yet been seen in any world! For a third I would make such a garden as<br />
had never bloomed, haunted with still pools, and alive with running waters! I would write songs to make their<br />
hearts swell, and tales to make them glow! I would turn the forces of the world into such channels of<br />
invention as to make them laugh with the joy of wonder! Love possessed me! Love was my life! Love was to<br />
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