. Colombine, a fantasy: and other verses. every one. Iwill lead you by secret paths, through the dim woodsof yesternight until we stand together in the sunlightof the days that have been. Walking backwardthrough the years, we will colleft those dear lostdelights, of which only the memory remains. Fromall that has gone before, it shall be yours to pick andchoose, and no To-morrow shall throw its ominousshade before. The past shall deliver up its treasuresto your hand; regrets shall be ended, and happinessshall be sure. Will you come, Colombine? Colombine. No, Harlequin. The road to yourLand of
. Colombine, a fantasy: and other verses. every one. Iwill lead you by secret paths, through the dim woodsof yesternight until we stand together in the sunlightof the days that have been. Walking backwardthrough the years, we will colleft those dear lostdelights, of which only the memory remains. Fromall that has gone before, it shall be yours to pick andchoose, and no To-morrow shall throw its ominousshade before. The past shall deliver up its treasuresto your hand; regrets shall be ended, and happinessshall be sure. Will you come, Colombine? Colombine. No, Harlequin. The road to yourLand of Yesterday is longer than you know, and thereis no going back. Let us still take from the past ourmemories and our dreams, but do not ask for more,lest even these be denied. Harlequin. As you will. Then it is to the futurethat we must turn. Colombine, far from here, set in adesert of hot sand, is a crystal, so large, that all thegiants of Africa could not stir it the thickness of a into its depths, you may read your future to. ^ws^ THE GATEWAYOF HAPPINESS
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