Sloood up straigransformed, .

    quot;Let me go, Goldmund,quot; s;Ive stayed ;

    Every day t  ouced  imes so  imes, on trary, siably but  permit o toucruggling  s, ention of giving  joy; timidly s te fruit out of  and kissed it and s up again, still bluso  in a nely t day. ted names for eaco tell  en said t  marry ion s and draped h a black veil.

    For t time Goldmund felt not only desired by a  loved.

    Once Lydia said: quot;You are so  deep inside your eyes ty, t  exist and t all t is beautiful and lovely does not stay  beautiful eyes of anyone I kno. I t ts because youre o me out of t  Ill no longer ;

    alk. Sometimes  imes le caresses, only by  , , meaningless, magic sounds t nurses o comfort c;Id really like to knoen t it. Youll   be easy. Oimes I t to become a poet, a man ifully. A youll alter go back to ter to your friend of  be made to die alone in t.quot;

    S ,  eyes. But te-autumn land or ask  him.

    One niging for sleep.  ing in , brimming over  knoo do. tle at tomed to lying like t for quite some time before falling asleep; sleep  come. Softly, as oned a c to the Virgin:

    tu advocata peccatorum!

    et macula originalis non est in te.

    tu laetitia Israel,

    tu advocata peccatorum!

    its soft music to  at time tside, a song of strife and umn, of t of Lydia and of Narcissus and of less .

    Suddenly arted and stared, not believing. te go across tone floor, gently closed t down on his bed.

    quot;Lyd