He reached out his hand, questioning still, and now her longing was satisfied to put hers within it, in its rightful home.
Across the silence rang the Hermit's song; for even the Hermit had a mate.
After a while Sylvia lifted her head from her lover's shoulder.
"I suppose there may be some troubles in the world still, John," she said.
"Possibly," he replied, the hint of a smile on his lips as he looked into the face so close to his.
"We can do without joy many times, John. We can meet everything now without a fear. Do you remember:
'Kiss my lips and softly say,
"Joy, sea-swept, may fade to-day;
Love alone will stay!'"
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