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("Dearest, thine own feet tread the world at night -- / Treading, as moon-flakes step across a dark -- / Kissing the very dew to holier light. / Thy Voice a song past mountains, which to hark / Frightens my soul with an utter lost delight. ")
Now, one night, towards the end of the sixteenth hour, as I made ready to sleep, there came all about me the thrilling of the ether, as happened oft in those days; but the thrilling had a strange power in it; and in my soul the voice of Naani sounded plain, all within and about me.