"And you forgive me, fair charity!" "I think it was rude of me to go without thanking you again," she said, and again proffered her hand.
The sweet heaven-bird shivered out his song above him.

The gracious glory of heaven fell upon his soul.

He touched her hand, not moving his eyes from her, nor speaking, and she, with a soft word of farewell, passed across the stile, and up the pathway through the dewy shades of the copse, and out of the arch of the light, away from his eyes.
And away with her went the wild enchantment.

He looked on barren air.
But it was no more the world of yesterday.

The marvellous splendours had sown seeds in him, ready to spring up and bloom at her gaze; and in his bosom now the vivid conjuration of her tones, her face, her shape, makes them leap and illumine him like fitful summer lightnings ghosts of the vanished sun.
There was nothing to tell him that he had been making love and declaring it with extraordinary rapidity; nor did he know it.