in triumphant radiance I soon came to know again in a shy and gentle maiden’s glance, on other shores, beneath other mountains. That same light shone in the trustful, frightened, and mild eyes almost of a child, full of the sanctity of suffering. The revelation of love told of another world, which I had lost. … * * * A new wave of ecstasy with the world rolled in. Together with “personal happiness,” my first encounter with “the West” and first delights before it: “sophistication,” comfort,