The Dreamer of Dreams

s light as day because of the radiant moon that lay low in the sky; she was oppressively near the earth, intruding her wise rays, that had seen all too much

d gradually been coming over him. To-night he had slunk away

wined round the tables at which richly clad, loud-voiced youths were gathered-youths who drank and sang, and whose eyes had a str

ly figure who sat there in a scarlet robe, her eyes still bandaged ben

high in the air throwing the gorgeous-coloured poppy-leaves over their bowed heads; and

us beauty, with eyes like flashing jewels, but which held a lo

his cheeks; then he had hidden his face within the scarlet folds of her dress and had cried as if his heart would break, whi

into the cool night and flee as far as he could from all thes

n's eyes. At the same time he almost dreaded to find the face of his dreams behind that white cloth which had become uncanny to him ... and yet?... why was this burning pain at his heart? Why had he come here? Why had he

lowing flower of her lips, the soft yielding figure, the white arms, the rippling f

bt it was thus she considered him, and was now deriding his memory amongst those shameless guests who crowded around her tables; those tables that were bending

ack before that golden throne and tell the beau

not find his way to the snow-white hall, and from there, over the de

s throat feel dry with ill-contained sobs?

n sensations and desires; and beneath it all, that burning pain at h

d everywhere blank walls to stop him. He knew that he was losing his head, the blood beat in his temples, his ey