As to the eldest sister, it was many days before she recovered from the
shock. At length, one day, her brother came to her, took her by the
hand, led her to an open window, and told her to seat herself by it, and
look out. She did so; but at first saw nothing more than an
unsympathising blaze of sunlight. But as she looked, the horizon widened
out, and the dome of the sky ascended, till the grandeur seized upon her
soul, and she fell on her knees and wept. Now the heavens seemed to bend
lovingly over her, and to stretch out wide cloud-arms to embrace her;
the earth lay like the bosom of an infinite love beneath her, and the
wind kissed her cheek with an odour of roses. She sprang to her feet,
and turned, in an agony of hope, expecting to behold the face of the
father, but there stood only her brother, looking calmly though lovingly
on her emotion. She turned again to the window. On the hilltops rested
the sky: Heaven and Earth were one; and the prophecy awoke in her soul,
that from betwixt them would the steps of the father approach.
Hitherto she had seen but Beauty; now she beheld Truth. Often had she
looked on such clouds as these, and loved the strange ethereal curves
into which the winds moulded them; and had smiled as her little pet
sister told her what curious animals she saw in them, and tried to point
them out to her. Now they were as troops of angels, jubilant over her
new birth, for they sang, in her soul, of beauty, and truth, and love.
She looked down, and her little sister knelt beside her.
She was a curious child, with black, glittering eyes, and dark hair; at
the mercy of every wandering wind; a frolicsome, daring girl, who
laughed more than she smiled. She was generally in attendance on her
sister, and was always finding and bringing her strange things. She
never pulled a primrose, but she knew the haunts of all the orchis
tribe, and brought from them bees and butterflies innumerable, as
offerings to her sister. Curious moths and glow-worms were her greatest
delight; and she loved the stars, because they were like the glow-worms.
But the change had affected her too; for her sister saw that her eyes
had lost their glittering look, and had become more liquid and
transparent. And from that time she often observed that her gaiety was
more gentle, her smile more frequent, her laugh less bell-like; and
although she was as wild as ever, there was more elegance in her
motions, and more music in her voice. And she clung to her sister with
far greater fondness than before.
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