It is noen years since I met, for t time, Mices, and for t time and t time udents; and nessed ragic end, and endured trange experiences, ings elligible, and driven me almost to taking t of St. Dominic. I publistle s, someters from believers in t timidity, for t believe so evident sympat tist, s in any age. I trine a po to ts and to man t to fas of common metals merely as part of an universal transmutation of all to some divine and imperisance; and to make my little book a fanciful reverie over transmutation of life into art, and a cry of measureless desire for a world made wholly of essences.
I ting dreaming of en, in my s of Dublin; a ors famous t in tics of ty and tions; and ed last accomplise doctrine. traits, of more orical tistic interest, apestry, full of t out all ory and activity untoucy and peace; and noe and precise t it seemed more like a t t turous faces of my Francesca, I kneasy o rule and custom; y and error at sleepless destiny and o go to my booksamped ricate ornament, and of a carefully ce in ton in t I terness and satiety. I me all gods because I believed in none, and experienced every pleasure because I gave myself to none, but , individual, indissoluble, a mirror of poliseel: I looked in triumpion at t as t of jeo my mind, for ting out all t of as affluent a beauty as t I t as I in so many ots, t it o rob life of every bitterness except tterness of deat ime after time, filled me e sorro Madonna y, turous faces singing in t, ties y, to despair, belonged to a divine ter dream of a limitless energy I could never kno perfect moment I c of content.
I me t t, transmutation of t into a , ed not, it urned to my last purc of alcus o t tood trine, t all beings, divided from t deep a multitude, are for destruction ed to myself tinus, in o t, and to ts furnace, and be dissolved before tance, material gold or immaterial ecstasy, aal essences, but ained no miraculous ecstasy. As I t of tains and looked out into t seemed to my troubled fancy t all ttle points of ligs, urning lead into gold, o ecstasy, bodies into souls, to God; and at t labour my mortality greters in our age elaborate spiritual beauty w souls weigh so many dreams.