LADY. Orpheus! Your song has made these dead stones live. Make life
sing in me!

STRANGER. Eurydice, whom I rescued from the underworld! I'll love
you to life again; revivify you with my imagination. Now happiness
will come to us, for we know the dangers to avoid.

LADY. The dangers, yes! It's lovely in this house. It seems as if
these rooms were full of invisible guests, who've come to welcome
us. Kind spirits, who'll bless us and our home.

STRANGER. The candle flames are still, as if in prayer. The flowers
are pensive. ... And yet!

LADY. Hush! The summer night's outside, warm and dark. And stars
hang in the sky; large and tearful in the fir trees, like Christmas
candles. This is happiness. Hold it fast!

STRANGER (still thinking). And yet!

LADY. Hush!

STRANGER (getting up). A poem's coming: I can hear it. It's for you.

LADY. Don't tell it me. I can see it--in your eyes.

STRANGER. For I read it in yours! Well, I couldn't repeat it,
because it has no words. Only scent, and colour. If I were to, I
should destroy it. What's unborn is always most beautiful. What's
unwon, most dear!