“I too love unrequited,” she answered sadly. “Apollo has my heart. Though day by day I watch him drive his fiery chariot across the heavens he sees me not.”
She arose and turned her face upward to the sun. [Slowly she raised her white arms] and stretched them forth in tragic appeal.
[SLOWLY SHE RAISED HER WHITE ARMS.]
“Apollo!” she cried. “Apollo! Hear me! Clytie calls to you!”
Such a passion of melancholy longing spoke in her voice that Ethan thrilled in spite of himself. Unconsciously his gaze followed hers to the blazing orb. The light dazzled his eyes and blinded him for a moment. When he looked again toward the bank it was empty, but between the trees, along the slope, a white garment fluttered and was lost to sight.
“Clytie!” he called in sudden dismay. And again.
“Clytie!”
A wood-thrush in a nearby tree burst into golden melody. But Clytie answered not.