How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.

white rosebud

Shining in the dusk, unconscious of the cool of the night

He stammered:

“Then – you love me?”

She answered with a voice so low that it was scarcely to be heard: “Of course! You know I do.” And she hid her russet head against the breast of the triumphant and marveling young man.

He fell back on to the bench with her at his side. Neither could speak. The stars were beginning to show. How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.

Both were trembling. They looked at each other with eyes shining in the dusk, unconscious of the cool of the night, the chill of the stone bench, the dampness of the earth, the dew on the grass; they looked at each other, their hearts filled with their thoughts. Without knowing it, they had clasped hands.

by Victor Hugo (26 February 1802 ā€“ 22 May 1885)
from Les Miserables, 1862
Chapter: V. Of Which the End Does Not Resemble the Beginning
image – pranav

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3 Responses to “How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.”

  1. Juanita Says:

    Ah, Les Mis…

    I went to a performing arts high school (think FAME), where I took music as my major. I remember being obsessed with wanting to sing “I dreamed a dream” for one of our performance parents’ evenings, but my singing teacher didn’t think I could pull it off because I was too young (she used to call me her ingenue), and lacked the life experience to bring to the song what she deemed necessary in terms of character depth, love lost, etc.

    In retrospect, two things came of this:
    One: regret at not doing it anyway and blowing her socks off!
    Two: the realisation in my twenties that no person may dictate and impose their personal limitations on me – what gives them the right.

    Life lessons jump out at you from all angles if you look hard enough šŸ™‚

  2. clarissa mcfairy Says:

    Lovely one, Elizabeth. Thank you.

  3. E. A. Able Says:

    šŸ™‚
    “Life lessons jump out at you from all angles if you look hard enough”

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