My reverie  t tors, and s do all tly, lest ttle curious, I resolved to go to taking one of ticks from tlepiece, began to descend tairs. ts appeared to be out, for tir in t because my needs  in life so little, to come and go as ten leaving me alone for iness and silence of a remulous lips and roug as to do fifteen years before, somet. ly come to Ireland, o see me on a matter of importance: indeed, tter of importance for  up before me our student years in Paris, and remembering tic pole fear mingled  t intrusion, as I led taircase, ories and quoting Greek, in simpler days, before mens minds, subtilized and complicated by tic movement in art and literature, began to tremble on tion.

    I felt t my  t of t need  beings slowly sain, glimmering like many?

    coloured flame, fell bet, in a  understand, t some singular and unexpected t to  over to tlepiece, and finding t a little c, upon tside, ed cana, s, s side and poured out its contents, I began to gats into tly to collect my ts and partly  ual reverence ed  es, t you are still fond of  incense, and I can sook t of my  ts in a little  do t to to ask you somets, s s odour  it from an old man in Syria,  laid tals upon t of C in til  tiny.  into t of a small silk bag, and set t t ream of smoke, t spread out over til it ons banyan tree. It filled me, as incense often does,  sleepiness, so t I started  question han answer.

    urned oter in t, and tiate of your Order of t consent in Paris,  I  last faso my desire, am I likely to consent?

    You ly since tand you better t t a you, and if you do not t t, you ude, and of  forget le and noise of titude in time; or seek a mystical union itude  o someone I could not see.

    For a moment to darken, as it used to do o perform some singular experiment, and in to gloense colour. I cast off t ure intellect; and I said: Even if I grant t I need a spiritual belief and some form of  to Calvary? ly ronation, and as o struggle again  t of to dim t of to blot out ttle gleams upon ture? frames and on ties, and to turn to a  left to glimmer and gloe colour . I o a profound dream?like reverie in ance. And yet tion and in a refined understanding, t alk  trumpet of t, less divinities ual bodies in ts and romance ers, and under ties, he smoke of incense.

    ty made ties, and t it can unmake t ling  robes, and iculate voices  ty, rembling of their lips.

    ood up and begun to o and fro, and tle o , as t t an end in to us; to us, t  you  ill  orm, and  yourself an existence rice, ed in a smile, as tars  to pass a a spell over men t tried to unpeople ts t  reign alone, but sal is a god; and tly se under a te doves. In t of my dream I saroked t effort o tear me in termination: You o an indefinite  a man is a great man just in so far as  everyt precision like a mirror. I seemed to be perfectly master of myself, and  on, but more rapidly: I command you to leave me at once, for your ideas and pasies are but t creep like maggots into civilizations o minds  to rise and strike , ide of green and blue and bronze featruggled ant voice saying: Our master Avicenna ten t all life proceeds out of corruption. ttering feately, and I kne I ruggled for  last. I o t seemed to fill t me aant voice cry ant cry, to numberless pieces; and titude of pale orange gentle faces bending above me, and tering  ten t ted out of tide of flame, and felt my memories, my s, my o be myself, melting ao rise tood, in some ain t, eacernal moment, in t lifting of an arm, in a little circlet of riful t ceased to be, and, range moods, melanc seemed,  of many o t Deaty o t Loneliness udes desire  ceasing. All t o come and dality or tears,  suddenly fallen from tainty of vision into tainty of dream, and become a drop of molten gold falling y, t elaborate ars, and all about me a melancant  to find myself leaning upon table and supporting my o side in tant corner it o, and Mices cing. I  need ans come to a great distance, for o build our temple betitude by titude of men.