did not sleep, the light of thought went out of me, and I became as

one dead. Then there came a vision to me, a vision that was sent in

answer to my prayer, or, perchance, it was a madness born of my

sorrows. For, my father, it seemed to me that I stood upon the bank of

a great and wide river. It was gloomy there, the light lay low upon

the face of the river, but far away on the farther side was a glow

like the glow of a stormy dawn, and in the glow I saw a mighty bed of

reeds that swayed about in the breath of dawn, and out of the reeds