And there, in the midst of this carpet of blue, leaning against a moss-grown crumbling tree, was a spirit-like being out of another world!
And there, leaning against a moss-grown crumbling tree, was a spirit-like being out of another world.
No words can describe what Eric felt!
He only knew he was at the end of his way ... that all his wanderings were not in vain—that something marvellous and unspeakably sweet had suddenly flooded earth and sky, that the entire universe had become one song of praise, one cry of hope, one yearning desire of fulfilment....
There, before him in all their wonder and perfection, were the face and eyes that had stolen the peace from his soul and the art from his hands.
He fell on his knees, overcome by the surging emotion that filled heart and brain.