What any eye IS, God only knows: her eyes must have been coming direct out of his own! the still face might be a primeval perfection; the live eyes were a continuous creation.
"Here is Mr.Vane, wife!" said the raven.
"He is welcome," she answered, in a low, rich, gentle voice.

Treasures of immortal sound seemed to be buried in it.
I gazed, and could not speak.
"I knew you would be glad to see him!" added the raven.
She stood in front of the door by which she had entered, and did not come nearer.
"Will he sleep ?" she asked.
"I fear not," he replied; "he is neither weary nor heavy laden." "Why then have you brought him ?" "I have my fears it may prove precipitate." "I do not quite understand you," I said, with an uneasy foreboding as to what she meant, but a vague hope of some escape.

"Surely a man must do a day's work first!" I gazed into the white face of the woman, and my heart fluttered.

She returned my gaze in silence.
"Let me first go home," I resumed, "and come again after I have found or made, invented, or at least discovered something!" "He has not yet learned that the day begins with sleep!" said the woman, turning to her husband.

"Tell him he must rest before he can do anything!" "Men," he answered, "think so much of having done, that they fall asleep upon it.