Our Lord has made it dark before my eyes before He has closed my ears and given me leave to go.

I can no longer see you, but I have you in my thought as you looked before you left our land.

That you are handsomer now I can easily imagine; but gayer you are not! Talk you certainly can, and I have heard you laugh; but that was little better than the two last years you were here.

Once it was different with you--no fairy could be wilder than you!" "With years one becomes more quiet," said Otto, and gazed with astonishment at the blind woman, who did not leave go his hand.

"As a boy I was far too merry--that could not continue; and that I should now be grave, I have, as you will see, sufficient reason--I have lost my last support." "Yes, truly, truly!" repeated she slowly, and as if pondering; then shook her head.