Meanwhile the sun went down, and the sweet moon arose over the quiet sea, and turned their little ship to silver. Eva gently disengaged herself from his arms, and half-rose to look at it; she had never thought it half so beautiful before. Ernest looked at it too. It is a way that lovers have.
“Do you know the lines?” he said; “I think I can say them:
‘With a swifter motion,
Out upon the ocean,
Heaven above and round us, and you along with me:
Heaven around and o’er us,
The Infinite before us,
Floating on for ever, upon the flowing sea.’”
“Go on,” she said, softly.
“‘What time is it, dear, now?
We are in the year now
Of the New Creation, one million, two, or three;
But where are we now, love?
We are, as I trow, love,
In the Heaven of Heavens, upon the Crystal Sea.’”
“That is
