is that there are no earthly words to tell it! All my being was
ecstasy--pure, light ecstasy! Oh, what poor words-- But I know no
others. If I said that I was happy--HAPPY!--it would be nothing. I WAS
happiness itself, I WAS pure rapture! I did not look at the beauty of
the night, the sky, the marvelous melting shadow. I was PART of it
all, one with it. Nothing held me nothing! The beauty of the night, the
light, the air WERE what I was, and I was only thrilling ecstasy and
wonder at the rapture of it."

I stopped and covered my face with my hands, and tears wet my fingers.

"Oh, I cannot make it real! I was only there such a short, short time.
Even if you had been with me I could not have found words for it, even
then. It was such a short time. I only stood and lifted my face and felt
the joy of it, the pure marvel of joy. I only heard myself murmuring
over and over again: 'Oh, how beautiful! how beautiful! Oh, how
BEAUTIFUL!'

"And then a marvel of new joy swept through me. I said, very softly and
very slowly, as if my voice were trailing away into silence:
'Oh--h! I--can--lie--down--here--on--the grass--and--sleep . . .
all--through--the night--under--this--moonlight. . . . I can
sleep--sleep--'

"I began to sink softly down, with the heavenliest feeling of relaxation
and repose, as if there existed only the soul of beautiful rest. I sank
so softly--and just as my cheek almost touched the grass the dream was
over!"

"Oh!" cried Mrs. MacNairn. "Did you awaken?"

"No. I came back. In my sleep I suddenly found myself creeping into my
bed again as if I had been away somewhere. I was wondering why I was
there, how I had left the hillside, when I had left it. That part
WAS a dream--but the other was not. I was allowed to go
somewhere--outside--and come back."

I caught at her hand in the dark.

"The words are all wrong," I said. "It is because we have no words to
describe that. But have I made you feel it at all? Oh! Mrs. MacNairn,
have I been able to make you know that it was not a dream?"

She lifted my hand and pressed it passionately against her cheek, and
her cheek, too, was wet--wet.

"No, it was not a dream," she said. "You came back. Thank God you came
back, just to tell us that those who do not come back stand awakened in
that ecstasy--in that ecstasy. And The Fear is nothing. It is only
The Dream. The awakening is out on the hillside, out on the hillside!
Listen!" She started as she said it. "Listen