REVIEW
sought to slay Love, but who, in her turn, was grievously wounded and tormented in strange, self-devised ways." Passing from this place, they reach "him who had done battle with Love, Death, who would love us did he dare, whom we would love did we dare." Parenthetically it may be said that one of the most beautiful and subtly finished portions of this Vision is that in which Death is described. Divine Charity bringing Sleep to earth, Time holding stricken Love within his arms, and Night and Dawn and Day, and the Spirit of Dreams in sleep, are all seen in the successions of the mystery. Till at length, after a space of time and after due lustrations and equipment in the robes of purity, insight is granted to the seer into the holiest of Holies, where Love himself, no longer afflicted and dethroned, but in his glory and his power, is displayed. Thus lightly and vaguely to indicate a few scenes of the Vision is all that a critic can attempt. To read the inner meaning of the mystery—to decide whether Love wounded by Passion upon earth, abandoned to oblivion, put out of sight and overgrown by weeds and briars of this mortal life, is
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