text:  When ten years old she dreamed of palaces and gardens such as eye had never seen on earth and faces of unspeakable beauty and voices that sang and self-moving dulcimers that played as it were within her heart so sweetly and so well that tongue could never describe it; and when she awoke from those dreams she felt a light pressure on her feet and she thought she perceived that something was resting on them with white wings folded; it was very sweet and yet awful--and in a moment all was gone