[A dream.] ... Nor did I spare Morris in dreams, poor innocent, shall I forget the story a shadowy girl told me of how he had wronged her. I accept the format without debate, whatever that may mean: she was standing by a well in that mournful twilight which is the sky of dreams. "Now listen to the noise of my heart," she said and dropped a vast stone into the well. which boomed and boomed till it grew into a roar unbearable and I woke. Be glad you don't dream, for a happy dream is a cruel mockery, and an unhappy one a needless cruelty. ...