I have spoken of the light that comes from the heart of man, and sheds
brightness on all around him... I long to talk with thee of the time
when in my heart too that light burned bright with blessing... Listen...
and I will fancy thee sitting before me, gazing up at me with those
eyes--so fond yet stern almost in their intentness. O eyes, never to be
forgotten! On whom are they fastened now? Who folds in his heart thy
glance--that glance that seems to flow from depths unknown even as
mysterious springs--like ye, both clear and dark--that gush out into
some narrow, deep ravine under the frowning cliffs.... Listen.