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he dare not bear the sunnygolden babe of day。 No； Leopold！ Name and memory solace thee not。 That youthful illusion of thy strength was taken from thee and in vain。 No son of thy loins is by thee。 There is none now to be for Leopold； what Leopold was for Rudolph。
The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence： silence that is the infinite of space： and swiftly； silently the soul is wafted over regions of cycles of cycles of generations that have lived。 A region where grey twilight ever descends； never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields； shedding her dusk； scattering a perennial dew of stars。 She follows her mother with ungainly steps； a mare leading her fillyfoal。 Twilight phantoms are they yet moulded in prophetic grace of structure； slim shapely haunches； a supple tendonous neck； the meek apprehensive skull。 They fade； sad phantoms： all is gone。 Agendath is a waste land； a home of screechowls and the sandblind upupa。 Netaim； the golden； is no more。 And on the highway of the clouds they e； muttering thunder of rebellion； the ghosts of beasts。 Huuh！ Hark！ Huuh！ Parallax stalks behind and goads them； the lancinating lightnings of whose brow are scorpions。 Elk and yak； the bulls of Bashan and of Babylon； mammoth and mastodon； they e trooping to the sunken sea； Lacus Mortis。 Ominous； revengeful zodiacal host！ They moan； passing upon the clouds； horned and capricorned； the trumpeted with the tusked； the lionmaned the giantantlered； snouter and crawler； rodent； ruminant and pachyderm； all their moving moaning multitude； murderers of the sun。
Onward to the dead sea they tramp to drink； unslaked and with horrible gulpings； the salt somnolent inexhaustible flood。 And the equine portent grows again； magnified in the deserted heavens； nay to heaven's own magnitude； till it looms； vast； over the house of Virgo。 And； lo； wonder of metempsychosis； it is she； the everlasting bride； harbinger of the daystar； the bride； ever virgin。 It is she； Martha； thou lost one； Millicent； the young； the dear； the radiant。 How serene does she now arise； a queen among the Pleiades； in the penultimate antelucan hour； shod in sandals of bright gold； coifed with a veil of what do you call it gossamer！ It floats； it flows about her starborn flesh and loose it streams emerald； sapphire； mauve and heliotrope； sustained on currents of cold interstellar wind； winding； coiling； simply swirling； writhing in the skies a mysterious writing till after a myriad metamorphoses of symbol； it blazes； Alpha； a ruby and triangled sign upon the forehead of Taurus。
Francis was reminding Stephen of years before when they had been at school together in Conmee's time。 He asked about Glaucon； Alcibiades； Pisistratus。 Where were they now？ Neither knew。 You have spoken of the past and its phantoms； Stephen said。 Why think of them？ If I call them into life across the waters of Lethe will not the poor ghosts troop to my call？ Who supposes it？ I； Bous Stephanoumenos； bullockbefriending bard； am lord and giver of their life。 He encircled his gadding hair with a coronal of vineleaves； smiling at Vincent。 That answer and those leaves； Vincent said to him； will adorn you more fitly when something more； and greatly more； than a capful of light odes can call your genius father。 All who wish you well hope this for you。 All desire to see you bring forth the work you meditate。 I heartily wish you may not fail them。 O no； Vincent； Lenehan said； laying a hand on the shoulder near him； have no fear。 He could not leave his mother an orphan。 The young mans face grew dark。 All could see how hard it was for him to be reminded of his promise and of his recent loss。 He would have withdrawn from the feast had not the noise of voices allayed the smart。 Madden had lost five drachmas on Sceptre for a whim of the rider's name： Lenehan as much more。 He told them of the race。 The flag fell and； huuh； off； scamper； the mare ran out freshly with O。 Madden up。 She was leading the field： all hearts were beating。 Even Phyllis could not contain herself。 She waved her scarf and cried： Huzzah！ Sceptre wins！ But in the straight on the run home when all were in close order the dark horse Throwaway drew level； reached； outstripped her。 All was lost now。 Phyllis was silent： her eyes were sad anemones。 Juno； she cried； I am undone。 But her lover consoled her and brought her a bright casket of gold in which lay some oval sugarplums which she partook。 A tear fell： one only。 A whacking fine whip； said Lenehan； is W。 Lane。 Four winners yesterday and three today。 What rider is like him？ Mount him on the camel or the boisterous buffalo the victory in a hack canter is still his。 But let us bear it as was the ancient wont。 Mercy on the luckless！ Poor Sceptre！ he said with a light sigh。 She is not the filly that she was。 Never； by this hand； shall we behold such another。 By gad； sir； a queen of them。 Do you remember her； Vincent？ I wish you could have seen my queen today； Vincent said； how young she was and radiant （Lalage were scarce fair beside her） in her yellow shoes and frock of muslin； I do not know the right name of it。 The chestnuts that shaded us were in bloom： the air drooped with their persuasive odour and with pollen floating by us。 In the sunny patches one might easily have cooked on a stone a batch of those buns with Corinth fruit in them that Periplepomenos sells in his booth near the bridge。 But she had nought for her teeth but the arm with which I held her and in that she nibbled mischievously when I pressed too dose。 A week ago she lay ill； four days on the couch； but today she was free； blithe； mocked at peril。 She is more taking then。 Her posies too！ Mad romp that it is； she had pulled her fill as we reclined together。 And in your ear； my friend； you will not think who met us as we left the field。 Conmee himself！ He was walking by the hedge； reading； I think a brevier book with； I doubt not； a witty letter in it from Glycera or Chloe to keep the page。 The sweet creature turned all colours in her confusion； feigning to reprove a slight disorder in her dress： a slip of underwood clung there for the very trees adore her。 When conmee had passed she glanced at her lovely echo in the little mirror she carries。 But he had been kind。 In going by he had blessed us。 The gods too are ever kind； Lenehan said。 If I had poor luck with Bass's mare perhaps this draught of his may serve me more propensely。 He was laying his hand upon a winejar： Malachi saw it and withheld his act； pointing to the stranger and to the scarlet label。 Warily； Malachi whispered； preserve a druid silence。 His soul is far away。 It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born。 Any object； intensely regarded； may be a gate of access to the incorruptible eon of the gods。 Do you not think it； Stephen？ Theosophos told me so； Stephen answered； whom in a previous existence Egyptian priests initiated into the mysteries of karmic law。 The lords of the moon； Theosophos told me； an orange…fiery shipload from planet Alpha of the lunar chain； would not assume the etheric doubles and these were therefore incarnated by the ruby…coloured egos from the second constellation。
However； as a matter of fact though； the preposterous surmise about him b