Phantastes, A Faerie Romance

I opened my eyes, and, for a moment,

almost believed that I saw her face, with its many wrinkles and its

young eyes, looking at me from between two hoary branches of the beech

overhead. But when I looked more keenly, I saw only twigs and leaves,

and the infinite sky, in tiny spots, gazing through between. Yet I know

that good is coming to me--that good is always coming; though few have

at all times the simplicity and the courage to believe it. What we

call evil, is the only and best shape, which, for the person and his

condition at the time, could be assumed by the best good. And so,

FAREWELL.