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Selbst der Styx, der neunfach sie umwindet, "Wehrt die Ruckkehr Ceres Tochter nicht;
Nach dem Apfel greift sie, und es bindet Ewig sie des Orkus Pflicht.
Schiller.—Das Ideal und das Leben.
Ev'n the Styx, which ninefold her infoldeth,
Hems not Ceres' daughter in its flow; But she grasps the apple—ever holdeth
Her, sad Orcus, down below.
Ever as I sang, the veil was uplifted; ever as I sang, the signs of life grew; till, when the eyes dawned upon me, it was with that sunrise of splendour which my feeble song attempted to re-imbody. The wonder is, that I was not altogether overcome, but was able to complete my song as the unseen veil continued to rise. This ability came solely from the state of mental elevation in which I found myself. Only because uplifted in song, was I able to endure the blaze of the dawn. But I cannot tell whether she looked more of statue or more of woman; she seemed removed into that region of phantasy where all is intensely vivid, but no-