And August never goes home without going into the great church andsaying his thanks to God, who blessed his strange winter's journeyin the Nurnberg stove. As for his dream in the dealers' chamber thatnight, he will never admit that he did dream it; he still declaresthat he saw it all, and heard the voice of Hirschvogel. And whoshall say that he did not? for what is the gift of the poet andthe artist except to see the sights which others cannot see and tohear the sounds that others cannot hear?

THE AMBITI0US R0SE TREE