Opposite to her window there was an open space; it was full of mist and moonlight; the lights of a distant street looked across it. She too had said, “’Tis hard upon me, I love my folk above all things, but a great longing seizes me.” That story is the story of human life. What is human life but a longing for something beyond us, for something we shall not attain? Again she wondered what her end must be. She must end somehow, and was it not strange that she could no more answer that simple question than she could the sublime question which the moon and stars propounded.... That breathless, glittering peace, was it not wonderful? It seemed to beckon and allure, and her soul yearned for that peace as Connla’s had for the maiden. Death only could give that peace. Did the Fairy Maiden mean dea
