The Phantom of the Past would go no further. I answered, "My world is here, between these walls and the sheet of glass above here among gilded flagons and dull jewelled arms, tarnished frames and canvasses, black chests and high-backed chairs, quaintly carved and stained in blue and gold." The Phantom Then he smiled, saying, "For whom do you wait? Seek her throughout the world!" On the hearth a tongue of flame whispered above the whitening ashes: "Wait no more they have passed, the steps and the voice in the street below." "Fool!" he cried, "the song is the same, the voice and steps have but changed with years!" "For whom then do you wait?" he said, and I answered, "I shall know her."įootsteps, a voice, and a song in the street below, and I knew the song but neither the steps nor the voice. In the street below I heard footsteps, a voice, and a song. On my hearth a tongue of flame whispered secrets to the whitening ashes. "For whom do you wait?" he said, and I answered, "When she comes I shall know her." I said, "Why tell me of the world? My world is here, between these walls and the sheet of glass above here among gilded flagons and dull jewelled arms, tarnished frames and canvasses, black chests and high-backed chairs, quaintly carved and stained in blue and gold." He smiled, saying, "Seek her throughout the world." Were empty as the hollow of one's hand." The Studio
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