Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt—marvelous error! —that a spring was breaking out in my heart. I said: Along which secret aqueduct, Oh water, are you coming to me, water of a new life that I have never drunk? Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt—marvelous error! —that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honeyfrom my old failures. Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt—marvelous error!— that a fiery sun was giving light inside my heart. It was fiery because I felt warmth as from a hearth, and sun because it gave light and brought tears to my eyes. Last night as I slept, I dreamt—marvelous error! —that it was God I had here inside my heart.