He thought that Paradise was on the opposite bank.
The stream was not fordable.
More and more he desires to see what is beyond the brook.
But the way seemed difficult.
The dreamer finds new marvels.
He sees a crystal cliff, at the foot of which, sits a maiden clothed in glistening white.
He knows that he has seen her before.
He desires to call her but is afraid, at finding her in such a strange place.
[IV.]
So he stands still, like a well trained hawk.