Embrace; tears of joy.
I should much wish, like the Indian Vishna, to float along an infinite ocean cradled in the flower of the Lotus, and wake once in a million years for a few minutes — just to know that I was going to sleep a million years more.
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If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and could have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awoke — ay! and what then?