The mere wetting of my feet in it, however, had so refreshed me, that I went on without fatigue till the darkness began to grow thinner, and I knew the sun was drawing nigh.

A few minutes more, and I could discern, against the pale aurora, the wall-towers of a city--seemingly old as time itself.

Then I looked down to get a sight of the brook.
It was gone.

I had indeed for a long time noted its sound growing fainter, but at last had ceased to attend to it.

I looked back: the grass in its course lay bent as it had flowed, and here and there glimmered a small pool.