Faith assuages, guides, restores.

And from then on, I bathed in the Poem of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent, devouring green azures

Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?

As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.

I dreamed of Crusades, voyages of discovery that nobody had heard of, republics without histories, religious wars stamped out, revolutions in morals, movements of races and continents; I used to believe in every kind of magic. I began it as an investigation. I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn

In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.