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"Welcome!" he echoed, in a tone that thrilled with passionate awe and ecstasy; "My Edris! My Saint! My Queen! Welcome, more welcome than the first flowers seen after winter snows! welcome, more welcome than swift rescue to one in dire peril! welcome, my Angel, into the darkness of mortal things, which haply so sweet a Presence shall make bright!
Glory is thine, and gladness, and the wings That wait on thought, when, in thy spirit-sway, Thou dost invest a realm unknown to kings!" Had not she, Edris, consigned him to his "own disdain, Athwart the raptures of a visioned bliss?"
"Edris! Immortal Edris!".. he passionately prayed, "As thou art a crowned saint in Heaven, shed light on the chaos of my soul! From the depths of a penitence past thought and speech I plead with thee! Hear me, my Edris, thou who art so maiden-meek, so tender- patient! ... hear me, help me, guide me...I am all thine!
Though fatigued with the length of their expedition, they followed Bababalouk with an alertness almost miraculous, and felt themselves highly flattered, as they swept along the stately porticoes, that the Caliph would not receive them like ambassadors in ordinary in his hall of audience. “What! is the Commander of the Faithful sick?” said Ebn Edris al Shafei in a low voice to his companion.
And now he prepared to quit the scene of his mystic Vision, in which he had followed with prescient pain the brief, bright career, the useless fame, the evil love-passion, and final fate of his Former Self, and crossing the field with lingering tread, he looked back many times to the fallen block of stone where he had sat when he had first perceived God's maiden Edris, stepping softly through the bloom.
"Edris!" he said again, trembling in the excess of mingled hope and fear ... "Hast thou then returned again from heaven, to lift me out of darkness? ... Tell me, fair Angel, do I wake or sleep? ... Are my senses deceived?
Again he thought of those strange entrancing words of hers.. "My other soul, . . my king.. my immortality's completion!" and a sudden wild idea took swift possession of his brain. "Edris!" he cried.. "If I may not yet come to thee, then come THOU to me! ... Dwell thou with me! ... O by the force of my love, which God knoweth, let me draw thee, thou fair Light, into my heart's gloom!
Plunging thy senses in deep sleep, as hath been done before to many a saint and prophet of old time here on this very field of Ardath, he summoned up before thee the phantoms of a PORTION of thy Past, ... phantoms which, to thee, seemed far more real than the living presence of thy faithful Edris! ... alas, my Beloved! ... thou art not the only one on the Sorrowful Star who accepts a Dream for Reality and rejects Reality as a Dream!"
With this humiliation of the Shereefs, they are satisfied, and kennel themselves into their sanctum-sanctorums. The site anciently called Tuilet, was perhaps also the Volubilis of the ancients. Here is a sanctuary dedicated to the memory of Edris, progenitor and founder of the dynasty of Edrisiti. The population, given by Gräberg, is nine thousand, but this is evidently exaggerated.
The "lilies of peace" and the flowers of Ardath, the "roses of passion" and the love of Edris, these were all mingled almost unconsciously in his thoughts, as with an inexplicable, happy sense of tremulous expectation, expectation of he knew not what- he went, walking as one in haste, across the broad Platz and ascended the steps of the Cathedral.
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