Bee-note and woodside blackbird and meadow cow, and the fish of the silver rolling rings, composed the leap of the music.
She gave her mind to his voice, following whither it went; half was in air, higher than the swallow's, exalting him.
How is it he is the brother of women?
They are sisters for him because he is neither sentimentalist nor devourer.

He will not flatter to feed on them.

The one he chooses, she will know love.

There are women who go through life not knowing love.

They are inanimate automatic machines, who lay them down at last, inquiring wherefore they were caused to move.
She is not of that sad flock.