I seem to stand beside thee in the grave.

And truly my hopes lie slain; the promise of our love is dead, and shall soon be buried.

Yet thou and I still live, and now must walk together side by side, the sad ghosts of our former selves.
"So now I ask thee, Mora, for the sake of those past walks among the flowers, to lay thy hand within my arm and walk with me in gentle fellowship, here in this place of gloom and darkness, as, long ago, we walked among the flowers." His dark eyes searched her face.

An almost youthful eagerness vibrated in his voice.
She hesitated, lifting her eyes to his.

Then slowly moved toward him and laid her hand within his arm.
Then, side by side, they paced on through the darkness; he, in his right hand, holding the lantern, swinging low, to light their feet; she, leaning on his left arm, keeping slow pace with him.
Over their heads, in the meadows, walked lovers, arm in arm; young men and maidens out in the gathering twilight.