deed looking up, I saw that above us floated three moons, each of them
bigger than our own at the full, and gathered that here it was night.

We came to a house set amid scented gardens and having in front of it
terraces of flowers. It seemed not unlike my own house at home, but I
took little note of it, because of a woman who sat upon the verandah, if
I may call it so. She was clad in garments of white silk fastened about
her middle with a jewelled girdle. On her neck also was a collar of
jewels. I forget the colour; indeed this seemed to change continually
as the light from the different moons struck when she moved, but I
think its prevailing tinge was blue. In her arms this woman nursed a
beauteous, sleeping child, singing happily as she rocked it to and
fro. Yva went towards the woman who looked up at her step and uttered a
little cry. Then for the first time I saw the woman's face. It was that
of my dead wife!

As I followed in my dream, a little cloud of mist seemed to cover both
my wife and Yva, and when I reached the place Yva was gone. Only my wife
remained, she and the child. There she stood, solemn and sweet. While I
drew near she laid down the child upon the cushioned seat from which
she had risen. She stretched out her arms and flung them about me. She
embraced me and I embraced her in a rapture of reunion. Then turning she
lifted up the child, it was a girl, for me to kiss.

"See your daughter," she said, "and behold all that I am making ready
for you where we shall dwell in a day to come."

I grew confused.

"Yva," I said. "Where is Yva who brought me here? Did she go into the
house?"

"Yes," she answered happily. "Yva went into the house. Look again!"

I looked and it was Yva's face that was pressed against my own, and
Yva's eyes that gazed into mine. Only she was garbed as my wife had
been, and on her bosom hung the changeful necklace.

"You may not stay," she whispered, and lo! it was my wife that spoke,
not Yva.

"Tell me what it means?" I implored.

"I cannot," she answered. "There are mysteries that you may not know as
yet. Love Yva if you will and I shall not be jealous, for in loving Yva
you love me. You cannot understand? Then know this, that the spirit has
many shapes, and yet is the same spirit--sometimes. Now I who am far,
yet near, bid you farewell a while."

Then all passed in a flash and the dream ended.

Such was the only one of those visions which I can recall.

I seemed