Vera - I so declare it!
There the two lovers plunged into the ocean of those
enjoyments, languorous and perverse, in which the spirit is
merged with the mysteries of the flesh. They exhausted the
violence of desires, the tremors, the distraught longings of
their tenderness. They became each the very heart-beat of
the other. In them the spirit flowed so completely into the
body that their forms seemed to them to be instruments of
comprehension, and that the blazing links of their kisses
chained them together in a fusion of the ideal. A long-drawn
rapture! And suddenly — the spell was broken! The terrible
accident sundered them. Their arms had been entwined. What
shadow had seized from his arms his dead beloved? Dead?
No: is the soul of the violoncello snatched away in the cry of
its breaking string?
The hours passed.
Through the casement he watched the night advancing in
the heavens: and Night became personal to him — seeming
like a queen walking into exile, with melancholy on her
brow, while Venus, the diamond clasp of her mourning gown,
gleamed there above the trees, alone, lost in the depths of
azure.
"It is Vera," he thought.
At the name, spoken under his breath, he shivered like a
man awakening, and then, straightening himself, looked
round him.
I know Nate is rather fond of his Kindle - but really!
