possible to read it, to spell it out; but it is the interpretation
that one needs, and for that one must trust love, and love only." 

They went back to the house in a happy silence; but Maud slipped
out again, and went to the little churchyard.  There behind the
chancel, in a corner of the buttress, was a little mound.  Maud laid
a single white flower upon it.  "No," she said softly, as if
speaking in the ear of a child, "no, my darling, I am not making
any mistake.  I don't think of you as sleeping here, though I love
the place where the little limbs are laid.  You are awake, alive,
about your business, I don't doubt.  I'd have loved you, guarded
you, helped you along; but you have made love live for me, and
that, and hope, are enough now for us both! I don't claim you,
sweet; I don't even ask you to remember and understand." 

THE END 

End of Project Gutenberg's Watersprings, by Arthur Christopher Benson