And, as it is with all those beings who have
scorned and denied his power, Love was punishing him now by a complete
annihilation of his will. At last he buried his face in his hands; it
was almost agony that he felt.
When he uncovered his eyes again he saw, far in the distance, a filmy
shadow. It seemed to be now real, and now a wraith, as it flitted from
tree to tree, but at last he knew it was real--it was she--Halcyone! He
started to his feet, and there stood waiting for her.
She came with the gliding movement he now knew belonged in her dual
personality to the night.
Her hair was all unbound, and her garment was white.
All reason, all resolution left him. He held out his arms.
"My love!" he cried. "I have waited for you--ah, so long!"
And Halcyone allowed herself to be clasped next his heart, and then
drawn to the bench, where they sat down, blissfully content.
They had such a number of things to tell one another about love. He who
had always scoffed at its existence was now eloquent in his explanation
of the mystery. And Halcyone, who had never had any doubts, put her
beautiful thoughts into words.
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