She loved him much; but the call came clear, and she dared not seek him to say farewell, lest she should be persuaded to remain.
She bowed her head and to the harper spoke:
“I will go,” she said. “I will return with you.”
Then the harp sent forth such a melody of joyous music that it echoed thrilling through the hot discordant notes of the world beyond the sunset; and for a moment a chord of harmony ran through the life of men:
“Joy unto you, men of the underworld! Joy unto you, children of sorrow! Joy unto you, sons of forgetfulness! Joy unto all beings!”
They passed out of the garden together, the musician and the soul.
THROUGH PINE FOREST
III
Westward they traveled, westward, ever westward. The way was dark and sometimes dreary, and Eline felt like one awakened from a beautiful dream before it was ended.