One moment, only, before she let him wake--it was such glory to be loved at last! Still the light was there, still that exquisite smile was on his lips.

And they would be always there now, she thought.
At last she spoke.
"Then love, since you are mine, and I am yours, wake from the dream to life itself--wake, not knowing that you have slept, knowing only that you love me now and always--wake, love wake!" She waved her delicate hand before his eyes and still resting the other upon his shoulder, watched the returning brightness in the dark pupils that had been glazed and fixed a moment before.

And as she looked, her own beauty grew radiant in the splendour of a joy even greater than she had dreamed of.

As it had seemed to him when he had lost himself in her gaze, so now she also fancied that the grim, gray wilderness was full of a soft rosy light.

The place of the dead was become the place of life; the great solitude was peopled as the whole world could never be for her; the crumbling gravestones were turned to polished pillars in the temple of an immortal love, and the ghostly, leafless trees blossomed with the undying flowers of the earthly paradise.
One moment only, and then all was gone.