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156ARIADNE.looked neither toright nor left,but into vacancyalways, for she saw nothing that was around her,or at the least cared not for it, becauseallmemories of the art she had adored seemed tohave perished inher. Ilaid my hand upon hershoulder,andmade her pausebefore the Mercury.Isaid to her:"Look. He was a friend to you once.you pass him by "now?AA'illShe lifted her eyes with an effort, and restedthem on the pentelic stoneof the statue.Hermes' head was slightly bent downward,likethat most beautiful Hermes of the Belvidere.His gaze seemed to meet hers.A thrill ran through her. She stood andlooked upward at the calm, drooped face."It is your Greek god! " she said, and thenwas still, and there seemed to fall on her thatstrange,mystical, divine tranquillity which doeslie in the glance of all great statues, whetherfrom the rude sphynx that lies couchant in thedesert, or the perfect godhead that wasbroughtto Rome from the seashore by Antium.Its owncalm seemed to fall uponher.

ARIADNE. 157Then hot tears filled her eyes, and fell slowlyclown her pale cheeks." OnceItoo coidd make the marbles speak!"she murmured; and her fainting soul stirredin her, and awoke to a sense of its own lostpower.She did not ask howit was that Hermes washere in the palace of the pope — not then; shestood looking at the statue, and seeming, as itwere,slowly to gather fromit remembrance andstrength, and the desires of art,and the secretsof art's creation.That desire of genius which in the artist neverwholly dies, and makes the painter in the swoonof death behold goldenhorizons and lovely citiesof the clouds, and the musician hear the musicof the spheres, and the poet rave of worldsbeyond the sun; that desire, or instinct, orpower, be it what it wiU, woke inher at the feetof Hermes; Hermes, who had seen all hereffort and watched all her dreams, and beenthe silent witness of those first kisses of passionwhich had burned away her genius beneaththem.

156ARIADNE.looked neither toright nor left,but into vacancyalways, for she saw nothing that was around her,or at the least cared not for it, becauseallmemories of the art she had adored seemed tohave perished inher. Ilaid my hand upon hershoulder,andmade her pausebefore the Mercury.Isaid to her:"Look. He was a friend to you once.you pass him by "now?AA'illShe lifted her eyes with an effort, and restedthem on the pentelic stoneof the statue.Hermes' head was slightly bent downward,likethat most beautiful Hermes of the Belvidere.His gaze seemed to meet hers.A thrill ran through her. She stood andlooked upward at the calm, drooped face."It is your Greek god! " she said, and thenwas still, and there seemed to fall on her thatstrange,mystical, divine tranquillity which doeslie in the glance of all great statues, whetherfrom the rude sphynx that lies couchant in thedesert, or the perfect godhead that wasbroughtto Rome from the seashore by Antium.Its owncalm seemed to fall uponher.

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