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Puck Himself. 2I
“You have sacrificed everything to smooth the
path of life for me; and I promise you that I shall
always act so that you may look down with joy
upon me from heaven.”
“T thank you, my child. One kiss morc; it is the
last 1”
Puck raised the flower-tipped end of his staff, and
white flowers dropped down upon the bed, as the
soul took wings and left the shattered frame behind.
Some of the white flowers fell on the lips of the
dead, and when the son kissed his mother they
crept down into his heart, where they rooted them-
selves, to accompany him as protectors in the
temptations of life.
“Could you not have let the old woman live some
time yet?” the poet asked, when they again floated
into airy space.
“Over life and death He commands, who lives
beyond the lights up yonder,” said Puck, and
pointed heavenwards.
“You said you would take me everywhere where
the lights shine; well, take me then to the stars,
that I may see who or what ‘iis living and dwelling
up yonder!”
At this request Puck’s face darkened, and sparks
flashed from his eye.
“Very well, come then,” he cried ; and as if they
had been two arrows straight from the bow they
darted heavenwards. The stars grew larger, and
earth itself soon looked like a twinkling star. The
nearer they approached their goal the more dazzling
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