Her golden head sank peacefully upon his shoulder in the morning light.
"You have been long in coming, love," she said, only half consciously, "but you have come as I dreamed--it is perfect now.

There is nothing wanting any more." "It is all full, all real, all perfect," he answered, softly.
"And there is to be no more parting, now----" "Neither here, nor afterwards, beloved." "Then this is afterwards.

Heaven has nothing more to give.

What is Heaven?
The meeting of those who love--as we have met.

I have forgotten what it was to live before you came----" "For me, there is nothing to remember between that day and this." "That day when you fell ill," Unorna said, "the loneliness, the fear for you----" Unorna scarcely knew that it had not been she who had parted from him so long ago.