The gates ajar. By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps.

The Gates Ajar 137
" Heaven? Eye hath not seen, but I have
my fancies. I think I want some mountains,
and very many trees."
" Mountains and trees!"
" Yes; mountains as we see them at sunset
and sunrise, or when the maples are on fire
and there are clouds enough to make greai
purple shadows chase each other into lakes of
light, over the tops and down the sides, - tho
ideal of mountains which we catch in rare
glimpses, as we catch the ideal of everything.
Trees as they look when the wind cooes
through them on a June afternoon; elms or
lindens or pines as cool as frost, and yellow
sunshine trickling through on moss. Trees
in a forest so thick that it shuts out the world,
and you walk like one in a sanctuary. Trees
pierced by stars, and trees in a bath of summer moons to which the thrill of'Love's
young dream' shall cling forever -- But there
is no end to one's fancies. Some water, too,
X would like."
"There shall be no more sea."
"Perhaps not; though, as the sea is the
great type of separation and of destruction,
that may be only figurative. But I'm noi
particular about the sea, if I can have rivers