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For her love my bliss is bare

And I an!"

And thus there came into my heart that which had been all

unknown--undreamed of hitherto, yet which, once there, could

never pass away

"O Spirits of the Wood, I charge ye--who is he that counteth

True-love sweeter than Life--greater than Wisdoe ye!"

And the hushed voices chorused softly

"Peter Vibart--Peter Vibart!" And, while I listened, one by one

the voices ceased, till there but one re,

but ever soft and far away, and when I would have gone toward

this voice--lo! there stood a knife quivering in the ground before

rew until its haft touched heaven, yet still

the voice called upon my name very softly: "Peter!--Peter!--oh, Peter, I want you!--oh, Peter!--wake! wake!"

I sat up in bed, and, as I listened, grew suddenly sick, and a

fit of tre shook me violently, for the whisper was still

in ony of fear and dread

indescribable