beauty. She was flushed in the joy of new life.
But the bronze-and-copper sunshine on the three white rocks was more beautiful than Aphrodite.
I stood on the shore and looked at the rocks. My heart contracted with the pain that beautiful things bring.
The bronze-and-copper in the wide gray and green sea!
"This is the gateway of Heaven," I said to myself. "Behind those three gold rocks there is music and the high notes of happy voices." My soul grew faint. "And there is no sand and barrenness there, and no Nothingness, and no bitterness, and no hot, blinding tears. And there are no little heart-weary children, and no lonely young women—oh, there is no loneliness at all!" My soul grew more and more faint with thinking of it. "And there is no heart there but that is pure and joyous and in Peace—in long, still, eternal Peace. And every life comes
