“As this character of the music and its representative meaning grew gradually clearer to me, there began to mingle with my delight a certain feeling of anguish.  For while, on the one hand, I passionately desired to hear given out in full the theme which as yet had been only suggested in fragmentary hints, on the other, I knew that with its appearance the music would come to a close, just at the moment when its cessation would involve the keenest revulsion of feeling.  And this moment, I felt, was rapidly approaching.  The rhythm grew more and more rapid, the instruments scaled higher and higher, the tension of chromatic progressions was strained to what seemed breaking point, till suddenly, with an effect as though a stream, long pent in a gorge, had escaped with a burst into broad sunny meadows, the whole symphony broke away into the major key, and high and clear, chanted, as it seemed, on ten thousand trumpets, silver, aethereal, and exquisitely sweet for all their resonant clangour, I heard the ultimate melody of things.  For a moment only; for, as I had foreseen, with the emergence of that air, the music came abruptly to a close; and I found myself sitting bathed in tears at the door of the tower on the opposite side to that by which I had entered; and there once more was the land of silence, twilight, and infinite space, with the souls going down the river, in and out, in and out, futile, trivial, tedious, monotonous and vain!

“As soon as I had recovered myself, I looked up and saw written over the door the inscription: 

  “‘Ear hath not heard.’

“And going round to the side facing the river, I saw there inscribed: 

  “‘Turris Artis?’

“Whereupon, full of perplexity, I made my way down towards the third tower, reflecting, as I went; in a curious passion at once of hope and fear, ’Neither this, then, nor that, neither Eye nor Ear, has given me what I sought.  Each is a symbol; but this, as it seems, a more perfect symbol than that; for it, at least, is Beauty, and the other was only Power.  But is there, then, nothing but symbols?  Or shall I, in one of these towers, shall I perhaps find the thing that is symbolized?’

“By this time I had reached the third tower, and over the door facing me I saw written: 

  “‘I am the Heart; come into me and feel.’

“I entered without hesitation, and this time I was met by an experience even stranger and more delightful than before, but also, I fear, more indescribable.  At first, I was aware of nothing but a pure feeling, which was not of any particular sense, (as, before, of sight and hearing,) but was rather, I think, the general feeling of Life itself, the kind of diffused sensation of well-being one has in health, underlying all particular activities.  In this sensation I seemed, as before, to be lapped, as in an element; but this time the feeling did not pass.  On the contrary, I found, when I came to myself, that I actually