The Dryad had been carried away, like a rose-leaf on the
wind. Before her she saw a flame in the air, a flashing light high
up on a tower. The beacon light shone from the goal of her longing,
shone from the red lighthouse tower of the Fata Morgana of the
Champ de Mars. Thither she was carried by the wind. She circled
round the tower; the workmen thought it was a butterfly that had
come too early, and that now sank down dying.
The moon shone bright, gas-lamps spread light around,
through the halls, over the all-world's buildings scattered about,
over the rose-hills and the rocks produced by human ingenuity, from
which waterfalls, driven by the power of "Master Bloodless," fell
down. The caverns of the sea, the depths of the lakes, the kingdom
of the fishes were opened here. Men
