Butthevoidwithinmyheartrefused，eventhus，tobefilled。I
longedforthelovewhichhadbeforefilledittooverflowing。AtlengththevalleypainedmethroughitsmemoriesofEleonora，andI
leftitforeverforthevanitiesandtheturbulenttriumphsoftheworld。
Ifoundmyselfwithinastrangecity，whereallthingsmighthaveservedtoblotfromrecollectionthesweetdreamsIhaddreamedsolongintheValleyoftheMany-ColoredGrass。Thepompsandpageantriesofastatelycourt，andthemadclangorofarms，andtheradiantlovelinessofwomen，bewilderedandintoxicatedmybrain。Butasyetmysoulhadprovedtruetoitsvows，andtheindicationsofthepresenceofEleonorawerestillgivenmeinthesilenthoursofthenight。Suddenlythesemanifestationstheyceased，andtheworldgrewdarkbeforemineeyes，andIstoodaghastattheburningthoughtswhichpossessed，attheterribletemptationswhichbesetme；
fortherecamefromsomefar，fardistantandunknownland，intothegaycourtofthekingIserved，amaidentowhosebeautymywholerecreantheartyieldedatonceatwhosefootstoolIboweddownwithoutastruggle，inthemostardent，inthemostabjectworshipoflove。What，indeed，wasmypassionfortheyounggirlofthevalleyincomparisonwiththefervor，andthedelirium，andthespirit-liftingecstasyofadorationwithwhichIpouredoutmywholesoulintearsatthefeetoftheetherealErmengarde？Oh，brightwastheseraphErmengarde！andinthatknowledgeIhadroomfornoneother。Oh，divinewastheangelErmengarde！andasIlookeddownintothedepthsofhermemorialeyes，Ithoughtonlyofthemandofher。