We spoke no word--we had no words to speak, but slowly we drew near, till lips were pressed to lips as we kissed our eternal troth.
It was she who broke that holy silence, speaking in a changed voice, in soft deep notes that thrilled me like the lowest chords of a smitten harp.
"Ah, now I understand," she said, "now I know why we are lonely, and how we can lose our loneliness.

Now I know what it is that stirs us in the beauty of the sky, in the sound of water and in the scent of flowers.
It is Love who speaks in everything, though till we hear his voice we understand nothing.

But when we hear, then the riddle is answered and the gates of our heart are opened, and, Allan, we see the way that wends through death to heaven, and is lost in the glory of which our love is but a shadow.
"Let us go in, Allan.

Let us go before the spell breaks, so that whatever overtakes us, sorrow, death, or separation, we may always have this perfect memory to save us.

Come, dearest, let us go!" I rose like a man in a dream, still holding her by the hand.