Chapter 23 No.23

"Our life is no dream; but it ought to become one,

and perhaps will."-NOVALIS.

"And on the ground, which is my modres gate,

I knocke with my staf; erlich and late,

And say to hire, Leve mother, let me in."

CHAUCER, The Pardoneres Tale.

Sinking from such a state of ideal bliss, into the world of shadows which again closed around an