"This:—
In the silences of the woods
I have heard all day and all night
The moving multitudes
Of the Wind in flight.
He is named Myriad:
And I am sad
Often, and often I am glad;
But oftener I am white
With fear of the dim broods
That are his multitudes."
"And then, when you had heard that song?"
"There was a rush of wings. My hair streamed behind me. Then a sudden stillness, out of which came moonlight; and a star fell slowly through the dark, and as it passed my face I felt lips pressed against mine, and it seemed to me that you kissed me."
"And when I kissed you, did I whisper any word?"
"You whispered: 'I am the Following Love.'"
"And you knew then that it was the Breath of God, and you had deep peace, and slept?"
"I knew that it was the Following Love,—that is the Breath of God, and I had deep peace, and I slept."
The Soul crossed from the window to the bed, and stooped, and kissed the Will.
"Beloved," he whispered, "the star was but a dewdrop of the Peace that passeth understanding. And can it be that to you, to whom the healing dew was vouchsafed, shall be denied the water-springs?"