A young man came to see me at my lodgings t, and began to talk of tioen many poems and painted many mystical designs since    last, but latterly ten nor painted, for     upon making rong, vigorous, and calm, and tional life of tist en doo me t voice of Celtic sadness, and of Celtiging for infi seemed to me t    tle eagerly. “Do you see anytandihe doorway,” he answered, or some such words.

        “Is it ts appear to us in t symboli?” I said; for I am ructed in t s of a person    and my breat is a spirit.

        It is some one who is dead or who has never lived.”

        [FN#1]    I e tence long ago. to me a part of all peoples    so pre-occupied ery of Race as I used to be, but leave tend otences like it unc may be, not grown wiser.

        I asked    upon talking to s, or to persuade queer and sce-stri persons to deliver up troubles into , o talk over t le ligimes visions e to alks o old divers people true matters of t days and distant friends, araeacle t among them.

        try ed me    told of oto uries, sometimes of people alked to, revealing to told e an article upon , and old in turn t I mig mention o be al day a bundle of e in t te or paint any more. I prepare myself for a cycle of otivities in some ots and branc is not nourn to burst into leaves and flowers.”

        to capture some    of obscure images.

        t ten embedded in ts o    are to oters of an unknoo tarnis t. At otimes ty of t ing as ted if ing    a foolisly illustrated    anatomy did not altogetreme beauty of feeling. ts, notably tting motionless in ture leans softly out of ted above all in strong effects of colour: spirits ar; a spirit passing    crystal-symbol of t    alender o man’s fragile ual eagerness drao ion or else mourn for a joy t has gone.

        One of to mind. A er or tain talking to an old peasant    men, poured out    decided t art and poetry    for    because     remaining and no    ic! riving after a someto be pletely expressed in word or deed.

        t     s ted t    all ten o dra old fello [Irised, and t on to talk once more of God and heaven.

        More toain, “Only myself knoy years ago”; and as    tears upon ened in t.

        teures and subtle allegoric poetry-to express a somet lies beyond t and vague extravaga lies at ttom of tic . t visio are, ts t ing til te st to appease iable    ics ains uttering tral dreams of tences, and t finds teresting—all are a portion of t great Celtic pasmagoria whose meaning no man has discovered, nor any angel revealed.
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