Devotion, and her daughter, love,
Still bid the bursting spirit soar,
To sounds that seem as from above,
In dreams that day’s broad light can not remove.”
—Byron.
“The king rose up to meet her, and bowed himself unto her, ... and caused a seat to be set for the king-mother, and she sat at his right hand.”—1 Kings, 2, 19.
“Miriamne, the heavenly host we imagined to be in bivouac about our Bethany home, methinks were really present, and gave color and form to my dreams. I was in a grail-quest all night.”
“What a golden day is such a night! But tell me of the color and form of your visions, Cornelius.”
“We fell asleep last night conversing of the Ascension; my dreams carried me on to Pentecost.”