Vedrá, 29 July 1866
Laban’s daughter in the solitude of the mountain
A soft voice awakened me at midnight, and the voice was that of my Beloved:
- Arise and follow me.
- Where are we going?
-To the peak of the mountain.
I arose and followed. There was deep silence; and everything was so quiet that not even the whisper of the wind or the babbling of the sea was heard: all was peace. The moon with its mysterious light revealed, like faith in our mind, the sublime peaks of the mountain, and the path for climbing them.
-Where are we going? I asked my companion.
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