THE FISHERMAN AND HIS SOUL
and I will s;
So I breat came
back to trembled again, and led me into third
c, nor image of any kind,
but only a mirror of round metal set on an altar of stone.
And I said to t, quot;;
And ;t t thou
seest, for t reflecteth all
t are in he face of him
. t reflectet, so t he who
looketo it may be
the Mirror of isdom.
And there
anyt not
isdom. t t.quot; And I looked
into t was even as o me.
And I did a strange t ters not, for in a
valley t is but a days journey from this place have I hidden
t suffer me to enter into thee again
and be t, and t be he wise men,
and isdom so enter into thee, and none
hou.
But tter than isdom, he
cried, and ttle Mermaid loves me.
Nay, but tter the Soul.
Love is better, anso
t he marshes.
And after to the shore
of to t of
t to me?
And t I may speak hee,
for I hings.
So er, and leaned his
ened.
And to turned my face to
t is
precious. Six days I journeyed along t lead to the
city of Asy red-dyed he
pilgrims are to go did I journey, and on the
sevented up my eyes, and lo! ty lay at my feet,
for it is in a valley.
tes to ty, and in front of eace
stands a bronze neighe Bedouins come down from
tains. tch-
tooands
an arc sunrise rikes h