can lie among the crystal memories of the cycles: pity thou canst not sing."
And the serpent said, "I know a plant whose root descends to the bowels of the earth, and he who eats of that root becomes fairer than Ashtarte."
And the lark said, "No one, no one but thee could unveil the magic thought of the earth—pity thou canst not fly."
And the serpent said, "There is a purple stream that runneth under a mountain, and he who drinketh of it shall become immortal even as the gods. Surely no bird or beast can discover that purple stream."
And the lark answered, "If thou willest thou canst become deathless even as the gods—pity thou canst not sing."
And the serpent said, "I know a buried temple, which I visit once a moon: It was built by a forgotten race of giants, and upon its walls are graven the secrets of time and space, and he who reads them