She glanced at him now from time to time, her eyes returning always to the beauty of the subdued light where all about them silver-stemmed birches clustered like slim shining pillars, crowned with their autumn canopy of crumpled gold.
"Enchantment!" she said under her breath.

"Surely an enchanted sleeper lies here somewhere." "You," he observed, "unawakened." "Asleep?
I ?" She looked around at him.

"You are the dreamer here.

Your eyes are full of dreaming even now.

What is your desire ?" He leaned on one arm, watching her; she had dropped her ungloved hand, searching among the newly fallen gold of the birch leaves drifted into heaps.