Daniel Deronda by George Eliot — Read

Fairy folk a-listening / Hear the seed sprout in the spring. / And for music to their dance / Hear the hedgerows wake from trance, / Sap that trembles into buds / Sending little rhythmic floods / Of fairy sound in fairy ears. / Thus all beauty that appears / Has birth as sound to finer sense / And lighter-clad intelligence.

And Gwendolen? She was thinking of Deronda much more than he was thinking of her -- often wondering what were his ideas "about things," and how his life was occupied. But a lapdog would be necessarily at a loss in framing to itself the motives and adventures of doghood at large; and it was as far from Gwendolen's conception that Deronda's life could be determined by the historical destiny of the Jews, as that he could rise into the air on a brazen horse, and so vanish from her horizon in the form of a twinkling star.