The Dreamer of Dreams

am athirst for

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uty to another she had been leading him. But her laugh had become always h

d at the feet of the w

g the flowers, taking the joys that were offered him, lightly laughing at the bi

at although he was happy in his new surroundings he could not tarry for ever; t

pleasures, till he felt weary of so much ease and comfort; there were even times when he had a l

f the bandage over her eyes; and she would redouble her kindness, always

to lie, stretched at the feet o

two narrow water channels, lined with peacock-blue tiles, ran crossways through it. In the centre stood a marble well; those who leaned over th

hady trees spread over the whole enclosure, casting

on it in all his force. Small marble paths ran along between the beds, and each path was b

h day more splendid than the last; but never again had she been robed

. It was golden at the shoulders, turning gradually into green, blue, and violet, always richer in hue, till a

with only thin sandals to protect the so

wreath of corn-flowers, beneath whic

s. She gathered them into her palms, and let them slip between her fingers,

ed the fairest maidens that earth could give, and

shades of the robes they wore; and each held a golden ha

tiful lad who lay among the folds of the woman's d

faces in turn, and i

te; their long hair trailed on the ground mixing

the flowers, and the sweet tones of the harps si

to grow in his heart against this fair being who played with him as a child play

the covering from her eyes, with a word or ge

oman would laugh-the laugh he had begun to hate,-and cover his face with soft caresse

ndless well-being, the tropical fruit he was ever feasting upon, wearied and sickened him; and ye

ith a fevered longing, he also dread

out with the longing for freedom, and yet unable to break t