The lights are out in the quarter.

Do you hear the stream--our stream--hurrying past the apple tree?
It is hurrying to the sea--the great sea.

We've put out to sea together--you and I, just you and I!" "Just you and I!" she echoed.

"Oh, bliss to be together!" "Let us go," he whispered.

"Let us go back to the house," and with his arm around her, they moved up the path between the flowers that had closed with the night..