Lilith
Lilith
Lilith
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me, as to him that made me, all in all!<br />
Suddenly I found myself in a solid blackness, upon which the ghost of light that dwells in the caverns of the<br />
eyes could not cast one fancied glimmer. But my heart, which feared nothing and hoped infinitely, was full of<br />
peace. I lay imagining what the light would be when it came, and what new creation it would bring with<br />
it−−when, suddenly, without conscious volition, I sat up and stared about me.<br />
The moon was looking in at the lowest, horizontal, crypt−like windows of the death−chamber, her long light<br />
slanting, I thought, across the fallen, but still ripening sheaves of the harvest of the great husbandman.−−But<br />
no; that harvest was gone! Gathered in, or swept away by chaotic storm, not a sacred sheaf was there! My<br />
dead were gone! I was alone!−−In desolation dread lay depths yet deeper than I had hitherto known!−−Had<br />
there never been any ripening dead? Had I but dreamed them and their loveliness? Why then these walls?<br />
why the empty couches? No; they were all up! they were all abroad in the new eternal day, and had forgotten<br />
me! They had left me behind, and alone! Tenfold more terrible was the tomb its inhabitants away! The quiet<br />
ones had made me quiet with their presence−−had pervaded my mind with their blissful peace; now I had no<br />
friend, and my lovers were far from me! A moment I sat and stared horror−stricken. I had been alone with the<br />
moon on a mountain top in the sky; now I was alone with her in a huge cenotaph: she too was staring about,<br />
seeking her dead with ghastly gaze! I sprang to my feet, and staggered from the fearful place.<br />
The cottage was empty. I ran out into the night.<br />
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No moon was there! Even as I left the chamber, a cloudy rampart had risen and covered her. But a broad<br />
shimmer came from far over the heath, mingled with a ghostly murmuring music, as if the moon were raining<br />
a light that plashed as it fell. I ran stumbling across the moor, and found a lovely lake, margined with reeds<br />
and rushes: the moon behind the cloud was gazing upon the monsters' den, full of clearest, brightest water,<br />
and very still.−−But the musical murmur went on, filling the quiet air, and drawing me after it.<br />
I walked round the border of the little mere, and climbed the range of hills. What a sight rose to my eyes! The<br />
whole expanse where, with hot, aching feet, I had crossed and recrossed the deep−scored channels and<br />
ravines of the dry river−bed, was alive with streams, with torrents, with still pools−−"a river deep and wide"!<br />
How the moon flashed on the water! how the water answered the moon with flashes of its own−−white<br />
flashes breaking everywhere from its rock−encountered flow! And a great jubilant song arose from its bosom,<br />
the song of new−born liberty. I stood a moment gazing, and my heart also began to exult: my life was not all<br />
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<br />
would follow and follow until I came whither they had gone! Our meeting might be thousands of years away,<br />
but at last−−AT LAST I should hold them! Wherefore else did the floods clap their hands?<br />
I hurried down the hill: my pilgrimage was begun! In what direction to turn my steps I knew not, but I must<br />
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<br />
no hold upon me; I waded through it. The next I sprang across; the third I swam; the next I waded again.<br />
I stopped to gaze on the wondrous loveliness of the ceaseless flash and flow, and to hearken to the<br />
multitudinous broken music. Every now and then some incipient air would seem about to draw itself clear of<br />
the dulcet confusion, only to merge again in the consorted roar. At moments the world of waters would<br />
invade as if to overwhelm me−−not with the force of its seaward rush, or the shouting of its liberated throng,<br />
but with the greatness of the silence wandering into sound.<br />
As I stood lost in delight, a hand was laid on my shoulder. I turned, and saw a man in the prime of strength,<br />
beautiful as if fresh from the heart of the glad creator, young like him who cannot grow old. I looked: it was<br />
Adam. He stood large and grand, clothed in a white robe, with the moon in his hair.<br />
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