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humanaltogether. I must enjoy the one half-day, instead of vegetating foryears in every-day sameness and weariness, in which I become ill,and at last sink and disappear like the dew on the meadows. I willgleam like the cloud, gleam in the sunshine of life, look out over thewhole like the cloud, and pass away like it, no one knoweth whither."Thus sighed the Dryad; and she prayed:"Take from me the years that were destined for me,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and give me buthalf of the life of the ephemeral fly! Deliver me from my prison! Giveme human life, human happiness, only a short span, only the one night,if it cannot be otherwise; and then punish me for my wish to live, my longing for life! Strike me out of thy list. Let my shell, thefresh young tree, wither, or be hewn down, and burnt to ashes, andscattered to all the winds!"A rustling went through the leaves of the tree; there was atrembling in each of the leaves; it seemed as if fire streamed throughit. A gust of wind shook its green crown, and from the midst of thatcrown a female figure came forth. In the same moment she was sittingbeneath the brightly-illuminated leafy branches, young and beautifulto behold,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], like poor Mary, to whom the clergyman had said, "Thegreat city will be thy destruction."The Dryad sat at the foot of the tree- at her house door, whichshe had locked,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and whose key had thrown away. So young,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! so fair!The stars saw her, and blinked at her. The gas-lamps saw her, andgleamed and beckoned to her. How delicate she was, and yet ho
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