And we then again to have talk; and I did tell Mine Own somewhat
of the History of the Olden World! and she did have dim memories,
as in dreams, of the days of light; yet scarce that she could
believe it of truth. But she to have knowledge of the Olden Love
Days within her spirit, and to mind that there did be alway, as it
did be, a lovely and golden light upon the world; but she not to
know truly whether this to be but the holy glamour-light that
Memory doth set about a past loveliness; and to have no remembering
of the Sun; but yet to be made ready by her memories unto
believing. And I to know of certainty; but yet even I that do tell
this My Tale, did but perceive the Days of the Light, as in a far
and vague dream; and to remember it but in the chief by the glory
of lost sun
