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For he knew that by the time he was dressed, the first Mass would be over, the priests and people would be gone, and he would be alone to enjoy the magnificence of the place in full poet-luxury, the luxury of silence and solitude. He attired himself quickly, and with a vaguely nervous eagerness, he was in almost as great a hurry to enter the Dom as he had been to arrive at the Field of Ardath!
Then, like a fair white dove or delicate butterfly she rose ... she poised herself above the bowing Ardath bloom ... anon, soaring aloft, she floated higher. ... higher! ... and ever higher, serenely and with aerial slow ease, till drawn into the glory of that wondrous flaming cross whose outstretched beams seemed waiting to receive her, she drifted straight up wards through its very centre. ... and so vanished! ...
Three miles and a half to the southwest of this fragment and in a direct line with it, straight across country, will be found a fallen pillar of red granite half buried in the earth. The square tract of land extending beyond this broken column is the field known to the Prophet Esdras as the 'FIELD OF ARDATH'"
Delicately and gradually its pressed petals expanded, . . its golden corolla brightened in hue, . . a subtle, sweet odor permeated the air, . . and soon the angelic "immortelle" of the Field of Ardath shone wondrously as a white star in the quiet room.
To begin with, in his present condition ho could give no satisfactory account of himself, if he were asked questions concerning his nation or birth-place he could not answer them, . . he did not even know where he had come from, save that his memory persistently furnished him with the name of a place called "ARDATH." But what was this "Ardath" to him, he mused?
Has love, the primal mover of all things, no hold upon thee? ... If I am, as thou sayest, thy Beloved, loved by thee so long, even while forgetful of and unworthy of thy love, can I not NOW, now when I am all thine, persuade thee to compassionate the rest of my brief life on earth? ... Thou art in woman's shape here on this Field of Ardath, and yet thou art not woman!
"What..what is this?" he stammered dreamily "I do not understand you! ... I.. I have slept on the field of Ardath!" The soldiers burst into a loud laugh, in which their leader joined. "Thou hast drunk deep, my friend!" he observed, putting up his sword with a sharp clatter into its shining sheath, "What name sayst thou? ... ARDATH? We know it not, nor dost thou, I warrant, when sober!
And pray unto the Highest continually, and then will I come and talk to thee. So I went my way into the field which is called ARDATH, ... " "The very place!" exclaimed Alwyn, eagerly bending over the sacred book; then drawing back with a gesture of disappointment he added, "But you are reading from Esdras, the Apocrypha! an utterly unreliable source of information!"
We both rather pity one another, for he can't appreciate Thackeray and I can't understand Marie Corelli, whose works, with their deep spiritual meaning, he speaks of reverently. He hopes to educate me up to "Ardath," and I have offered him the reversion of "Esmond," which I bought yesterday.
The symphonic poem, "Edris," was also performed by the Thomas Orchestra. It is based upon Marie Corelli's novel, "Ardath," which gives opportunity for much programmism, but of a mystical highly colored sort for which music is especially competent. It makes use of a number of remarkably beautiful motives.
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