The world changed about them with their changing mood, until presently it had become, as it were, a tabernacular beauty about their meetings, and the stars were no more than flowers of light beneath the feet of their love, and the dawn and sunset the coloured hangings by the way.

They ceased to be beings of flesh and blood to one another and themselves; they passed into a bodily texture of tenderness and desire.

They gave it first whispers and then silence, and drew close and looked into one another's moonlit and shadowy faces under the infinite arch of the sky.

And the still black pine-trees stood about them like sentinels.
The beating steps of time were hushed into silence, and it seemed to them the universe hung still.

Only their hearts were audible, beating.
They seemed to be living together in a world where there is no death, and indeed so it was with them then.