In the thoughts that bridge the miles.
But love is the pivot that swings the whole,
The molten heart of the glow,
Just a man and a woman—all in all—
That’s God’s heaven for us below.
The music was pregnant with life, and Aryenis sang it as if she meant every word of it. When she finished, there was a low hum of applause—the real thing.
She came over and sat down by Milos and me.
“Did you like the tune of that?” she asked.
“Very much, Aryenis.”
“I’m glad. It’s rather a nice thing that Paulos composed. I’ll write you out the words in Greek one day. It’s all about life and what life ought to be like. It’s a wonderful thing to have been written by a cripple. The music is Andros’s. He’s clever, isn’t he?”