LOVE, DELIGHT, AND ALARM 45
both sides, from the hedges, came to Pierre the clover bloom of Saddle Meadows, and from Lucy's mouth and cheek came the fresh fragrance of her violet young being.
'Smell I the flowers, or thee ? ' cried Pierre.
'See I lakes, or eyes ? ' cried Lucy, her own gazing down into his soul, as two stars gaze down into a tarn.
No Cornwall miner ever sunk so deep a shaft beneath the sea, as Love will sink beneath the floatings of the eyes. Love sees ten million fathoms down, till dazzled by the floor of pearls. The eye is Love's own magic glass, where all things that are not of earth, glide in supernatural light. There are not so many fishes in the sea, as there are sweet images in lovers' eyes. In those miraculous translucencies swim the strange eye-fish with wings, that sometimes leap out, instinct with 'joy ; moist fish-wings wet the lover's cheek. Love's eyes are holy things ; therein the mysteries of life are lodged ; looking in each other's eyes, lovers see the ultimate secret of the worlds ; and with thrills eternally untranslatable, feel that Love is god of all. Man or woman who has never loved, nor once looked deep down into their own lover's eyes, they know not the sweetest and the loftiest religion of this earth. Love is both Creator's and Saviour's gospel to mankind ; a volume bound in rose-leaves, clasped with violets, and by the beaks of humming-birds printed with peach- juice on the leaves of lilies.
Endless is the account of Love. Time and space cannot contain Love's story. All things that are sweet to see, or taste, or feel, or hear, all these things were made by Love ; and none other things were made by Love. Love made not the Arctic zones, but Love is ever reclaiming them. Say, are not the fierce things of this earth daily, hourly going out ? Where now are your wolves of Britain ? Where in Virginia now, find you the panther and the pard? Oh, Love is busy everywhere. Every--