300 'GOD'S PEACE'
and to talk to her about. Yet in the same moment I thought : ' Noj after all it is more beautiful as it is. The words we exchanged alter nothing. My goddess has descended from her hill, has appeared to me in a vision for a brief moment, and has again vanished.'
But I stood a long time and watched with dreaming eyes the place where she disappeared.
4"" OF JULY.
X T S she beautiful ? What is she really like } I X will try to make clear to myself the impres- sion she has made on me.
The air becomes rare and pure where she moves. She seems almost new-born in her maturity. She radiates youth, health and unconscious goodness. Her eyes are deep and tender, yet clear and confi- dent as a child's. Whether they smile or darken with seriousness they tell thoughts right out; there is no concealment in the corners. Her bosom is high and round, her waist slender, her hips luxurious. But she carries her youthful bravery as unconcernedly as a tree its summer splendour. If she had to pass through a camp of drunken soldiers they would instinctively make way for her. She seems so unapproachable yet so magnetic. From her hair, which, parted in the middle, falls in two brown waves over her white forehead, to her feet, which, in rhythmical lightness, carry her over the earth, she forms in her own personality the ideal of straightforward security. She knows her way
