Love was only the realization of her mission on the earth.
The dark storm cloud with its white, ragged ropes of lightning and down-streaming gray veils of rain, the purple gulf rolling like a colored sea to the dim mountains, the glorious golden light of the sun--these had enchanted her eyes with her beauty of the universe.

They had burst the windows of her blindness.

When she crawled into the green-brown covert it was to escape too great perception.

She needed to be encompassed by close, tangible things.

And there her body paid the tribute to the realization of life.