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He suddenly knew why the blue moon mist had been created, why the stars had been lit and the dark trees sent upwards above the flowers; he knew why the roses and myrtle bloomed and had an exquisite perfume: it was all that they might fittingly crown moments such as these when man was caught up in a gold cloud and was no longer a common creature.
She came to the garden door herself; she carried no lamp, the risen moon was her torch and lent her a crystal radiance that showed her fully revealed in the square doorway.