Erix took Zella’s hand in his and drew her toward him, nothing loth,
till their lips met; then praised her skill: then pressed again her
lips—then praised—then pressed—while Zella returned the pressure with
many a toy beside. Thus rejoicing in a mutual love, they sought, with
slow step and halting, the mossy bank, where lay in the sunlight, as if
asleep, the game of late so fleet, and sat them down to rest, and drink
new draughts of pleasure, and count over the endless good with which
Heaven had blessed the earth.
“List, dearest, list! how softly upon the ear, in sweetest cadence,
falls the song of the deep salt sea!” said Erix.
“And the air which hears it, glad to be thus freighted, floats inward,
murmuring, to tell it to the hills,” said Zella.
“And the hills repeat it, whispering.”
“And the trees catch it; and through the live-long day, and through the
night, over the whole broad land, play with it, and toss it from bough
to bough, till it has become a language of its own,” said Zella.
“It is the voice of this earth.”
“It is the voice of its great joy.”
“And has praised from the beginning, and will praise unto the end, the
hand which made it,” said Erix.
“The sunlight hears it, and moves merrily to the measure upon every
quivering leaf, now leaping upward to gild the topmost twig, and now
chasing shadows upon the ground beneath.”
“See, where it streams through the openings of the wood, and rests upon
this water, smiling! Yes, the sunlight hears it, and grows brighter with
each draught of a music so divine.”
“The flowers open to it; and there, upon that slope, bending gently
toward our feet, proud of their colors penciled by the light, stand
thick—”
“And wonder, and drink deep of the strains which extol their beauty and
their glory, as they extol the beauty and the glory of all else,” said
Erix. “Oh the song of the sea, of the deep, salt sea, with the air
floating inward, and the hills beyond, and the trees, and the sunlight,
and the flowers thick set upon the slope, gently bending downward toward
our feet, and this mossy bank, and the pearly brook between—upon such a
morn as this, in such a place as this, Adam found his Eve.”
“And upon such a morn as this, in such a place as this, Eve gave to Adam
a love new-created, unknown to the courts trod by angels’ feet, and
which has raised her daughters above cherub and seraph, to do and to
suffer for their soul’s choice,” said Zella.
“Zella!”
“Erix!”
Now let the voice of the earth’s joy, the sun, and herbage speaking, the
mossy bank, the flowery slope, and pearly brook between, bold revel, for
a passion, blushing like the morn, pure as the marble which grew beneath
the hands of Praxitiles, without stain or blemish, strong as the
strongest, weak as the weakest, even love, is here present, and rules
supreme.