And I pondered the words of the Ecclesiast:
"Sorrow is better than laughter; for by the
sadness of the countenance the heart is made
better It is better to go to the house of
mourning than to the house of feasting; and
the day of one's death is better than the day
of one's birth." But I answered nothing; and
they spake again, whispering, "His heart is old!"
And one with sweet and silky-lidded eyes, lifted her voice and spake:—
"O thou dreamer, wherefore evoke us, wherefore mourn us,—seeing that there is no more joy in the world?
"Ours was a world of light and of laughter and of flowers, of loveliness and of love. Thine is smoke-darkened and sombre; there is no beauty unveiled; and men have forgotten how to laugh.
"Ye have increased wisdom unto sorrow, and sorrow unto infinite despair;—for there is now no Elysium,—the vault of heaven has sunk back into immensity, and dissolved itself into nothingness; the boundaries of earth are set, and the earth itself resolved into a grain of dust, whirling in the vast white ring of innumerable suns and countless revolving worlds.
