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The next letter which I copied was one written five years after the first ; it is not so much a letter as an allegory , and so beautiful , so weird , that we wondered Esther did not set it to tune as a poem . `` MY DARLING : -- Even this blazing September sun looks dull to me this morning . I have come from such a riotous dream . All last night I walked in a realm of such golden splendor , that I think even in our fullest noon I shall only see enough light to grope by for days and days . `` I do not know how to tell you my dream . I think I must put it in shape of a story of two people ; but you will know , darling , that in my dream it was you and I. And I honestly did dream it , love , every word just as I shall write it for you ; only there are no words which so glow and light and blaze as did the chambers through which we walked . I had been reading about the wonderful gold mines of which every one is talking now , and this led to my dream .