, what memories are
these which make her life one long reverie, and have taken from her all
power to enjoy the beautiful that dwells on earth! She fills all my
thoughts with her , her tears, and her spiritual face, bearing
the marks of wordnetanger that can never be forgotten. She lives and moves
amidst her recollections. What is it that so overwhelms all her
thoughts? That face of hers appears as though it had bathed itself in
the atmosphere of some diviner world than this: and her eyes seem as if
they may have gazed upon the Infinite Mystery.

Now from the few words which she has casually dropped I gather this to
be her own belief. That when she fell into the  of trance her 
was parted from her body, though still by an inexplicable  she
was aware of what was passing around her lifeless form. Yet her  had
gone forth into that spiritual world toward which we look from this
earth with such eager . It had mingled there with the  of
others. It had put forth new powers, and learned the use of new
faculties. Then that  was called back to its body.

This maiden--this  among mortals--is not a mortal, she is an
exiled . I have seen her sit with tears streaming down her face,
tears such as men shed