But the happy lovers paused not till they stood upon the loftiest breezy knoll, and seemed alone together between the blue cloudless heaven and another azure-sphere which lay beneath their feet.
A cloudless sky and a sailless sea.

Far beneath them they heard but saw not the eternal surges gnawing at the mountain.

A few white albatrosses skimmed and sailed below, and before, seaward, the sheets of turf, falling away, stretched into a shoreless headland, fringed with black rock and snow-white surf.
She stood there, flushed and excited with the exercise, her bright hair dishevelled, waving in the free sea-breeze, the most beautiful object in that glorious landscape, her noble mate beside her.

Awe, wonder, and admiration kept both of them silent for a few moments, and then she spoke.
"Do you know any of the choruses in the 'Messiah' ?" asked she.
"No, I do not," said Sam.
"I am rather sorry for it," she said, "because this is so very like some of them." "I can quite imagine that," said Sam.

"I can quite imagine music which expresses what we see now.