Dymer was talking now. Now Dymer told + 

Of his own love and losing, drowsily. + 

The Master leaned towards him, “Was it cold, + 

This spirit, to the touch?”⁠—“No, Sir, not she,” + 

Said Dymer. And his host: “Why this must be + 

Aethereal, not aerial! O my soul, + 

Be still⁠ ⁠… but wait. Tell on, Sir, tell the whole.” + 