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"‘Where is the stream? ' cried he, with tears. ‘Seest thou not its blue waves above us? ' He looked up, and lo! the blue stream was flowing gently over their heads. " -NOVALIS, _Heinrich von Ofterdingen_.
While these strange events were passing through my mind, I suddenly, as one awakes to the consciousness that the sea has been moaning by him for hours, or that the storm has been howling about his window all night, became aware of the sound of running water near me; and, looking out of bed, I saw that a large green marble basin, in which I was wont to wash, and which stood on a low pedestal of the same material in a corner of my room, was overflowing like a spring; and that a stream of clear water was running over the carpet, all the length of the room, finding its outlet I knew not where.