Tirala-tirala . . .
76
perhaps it is not very wonderful ; but oh, how my heart yearns to
recover it, how it aches to realise that it never can.
*
# *
In the Morning (says Paraschkine) the Eastern Rim of the
Earth was piled high with Emeralds and Rubies, as if the Gods
had massed their Riches there ; but he—ingenuous Pilgrim—who
set forth to reach this Treasure-hoard, and to make the Gods’
Riches his, seemed presently to have lost his Way ; he could no
longer discern the faintest Glint of the Gems that had tempted
him : until, in the Afternoon, chancing to turn his Head, he saw
a bewildering Sight—the Emeralds and Rubies were behind him,
immeasurably far behind, piled up in the West.
Where is the Castle of Enchantment ? When do we pass it ?
Ah, well, thank goodness, we all have talismans (like my little
broken bit of a forgotten tune) whereby we are enabled sometimes
to visit it in spirit, and to lose ourselves during enraptured moments
among its glistening, labyrinthine halls.
76
perhaps it is not very wonderful ; but oh, how my heart yearns to
recover it, how it aches to realise that it never can.
*
# *
In the Morning (says Paraschkine) the Eastern Rim of the
Earth was piled high with Emeralds and Rubies, as if the Gods
had massed their Riches there ; but he—ingenuous Pilgrim—who
set forth to reach this Treasure-hoard, and to make the Gods’
Riches his, seemed presently to have lost his Way ; he could no
longer discern the faintest Glint of the Gems that had tempted
him : until, in the Afternoon, chancing to turn his Head, he saw
a bewildering Sight—the Emeralds and Rubies were behind him,
immeasurably far behind, piled up in the West.
Where is the Castle of Enchantment ? When do we pass it ?
Ah, well, thank goodness, we all have talismans (like my little
broken bit of a forgotten tune) whereby we are enabled sometimes
to visit it in spirit, and to lose ourselves during enraptured moments
among its glistening, labyrinthine halls.