Gerald stood by her, incapacitated.
Birkin lit the lantern she held up.

Her heart beat with anxiety, to see how beautiful it would be.

It was primrose yellow, with tall straight flowers growing darkly from their dark leaves, lifting their heads into the primrose day, while butterflies hovered about them, in the pure clear light.
Gudrun gave a little cry of excitement, as if pierced with delight.
'Isn't it beautiful, oh, isn't it beautiful!' Her soul was really pierced with beauty, she was translated beyond herself.

Gerald leaned near to her, into her zone of light, as if to see.

He came close to her, and stood touching her, looking with her at the primrose-shining globe.