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ARIADNE. 139to be always seeing heaven and to pass bymen. One longed to call up one's own imagein them, as in calm waters, and trouble them— for ever! do you not know ? You call thatbase ? — AVell you are right, maybe. It wasso. Icared but httle for her, butIwishedto be the first. PerhapsIwas a coward, andtreacherous,as you say:Idid not thhik of that.She loved her art, her gods, her dreams;Isaidto myself she should love me. Inever had meta woman with apure soul; hers was quite pure;Iwrote my name acrossit out of sport, and — yousee the name burns there in fire always; wellit may.''He had not even loved her! He who hadtaught her that imperishable love which possessesthe body and the soul, and fills all earthand heaven, and lets no living thing reign besideit for a moment, nor any thought obtain aplace!" " You never loved her ? Imuttered." Younever loved her ? You who wrote your name, asyou say, across her very soul, so that it burnsthere always, and wUl burn on,and on,and on, so