Butthevoidwithinmyheartrefused，eventhus，tobefilled。I

　　longedforthelovewhichhadbeforefilledittooverflowing。AtlengththevalleypainedmethroughitsmemoriesofEleonora，andI

　　leftitforeverforthevanitiesandtheturbulenttriumphsoftheworld。

　　Ifoundmyselfwithinastrangecity，whereallthingsmighthaveservedtoblotfromrecollectionthesweetdreamsIhaddreamedsolongintheValleyoftheMany-ColoredGrass。Thepompsandpageantriesofastatelycourt，andthemadclangorofarms，andtheradiantlovelinessofwomen，bewilderedandintoxicatedmybrain。Butasyetmysoulhadprovedtruetoitsvows，andtheindicationsofthepresenceofEleonorawerestillgivenmeinthesilenthoursofthenight。Suddenlythesemanifestationstheyceased，andtheworldgrewdarkbeforemineeyes，andIstoodaghastattheburningthoughtswhichpossessed，attheterribletemptationswhichbesetme；

　　fortherecamefromsomefar，fardistantandunknownland，intothegaycourtofthekingIserved，amaidentowhosebeautymywholerecreantheartyieldedatonceatwhosefootstoolIboweddownwithoutastruggle，inthemostardent，inthemostabjectworshipoflove。What，indeed，wasmypassionfortheyounggirlofthevalleyincomparisonwiththefervor，andthedelirium，andthespirit-liftingecstasyofadorationwithwhichIpouredoutmywholesoulintearsatthefeetoftheetherealErmengarde？Oh，brightwastheseraphErmengarde！andinthatknowledgeIhadroomfornoneother。Oh，divinewastheangelErmengarde！andasIlookeddownintothedepthsofhermemorialeyes，Ithoughtonlyofthemandofher。

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