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Updated: September 12, 2025
"When you see my eyes you will die. Some day, Antony, you shall see my eyes. But not yet. You have much to do for me yet. There is yet much love for you and me before the end." "Have all died who saw your eyes, Silencieux?" "Yes, all died." "You have had many lovers, Silencieux. Many lovers, and far from here, and long ago." "Yes, many lovers, long ago," echoed Silencieux.
Antony's heart chilled with terror at Silencieux's words. It was against this that the voices had warned him as he came up the wood. O that he had never seen Silencieux more, never heard her poisonous voice again! As one fleeing before the shadow of uncommitted sin that gains upon him at each stride, Antony fled from the place, and sought the moors.
At that moment for the first time a dreadful thought had crossed his mind. Suddenly a memory of that afternoon when he had bade Wonder kiss Silencieux flashed upon him; and once more he heard himself saying: "Silencieux, I bring you my little child." But he had never meant it so. It had all been a mad fancy. What was Silencieux herself but a wilful, selfish dream? He saw it all now.
"It is not worthy of the sea." "Burn it." "Fire is too august." "Throw it to the winds." "They are too busy." "Bury it." "It would make barren a whole meadow." "Forget it." "I will And you?" "I will." And Antony and Silencieux laughed softly together by the sea. Many days Antony and Silencieux stayed together by the sea.
During dinner the conscious side of his mind had been luxuriating in the romantic sound of "until the rising of the moon," for he was as yet a long way from being quite simple even with Silencieux, and the idea of his going out with serious eagerness to meet one who, if she was as he knew a living being, was an image too, delighted his sense of fantastic make-believe.
It must be wonderful to die like that." And then again he said: "She is strangely like Silencieux." Then he walked up the wood, in a great serenity of mind. He had lost Wonder, but she lived again in his songs. He had lost Beatrice, but he had her image did she not live for ever in Silencieux?
They had no heart now for more than just to fly from that haunted place, and before night fell in the valley they were already far away. In vain Silencieux listened for the sound of her lover's step in the wood, for he had vowed that he would never look upon her face again. Antony took Beatrice to the high hills where all the year long the sun and the snow shine together.
The sweet flesh he had loved so tenderly became an offence to him, as a medium too gross for the embodiment of so beautiful a face. Such a face as Silencieux's demanded a more celestial porcelain. Dinner at last finished, he made an excuse to Beatrice for leaving her alone once more at the end as he had during all the rest of the day, and hastened to keep his tryst with Silencieux.
"Silencieux," he implored, "speak, for I know you hear me. Are you a devil, Silencieux; a devil I have worshipped all this time? God help me! Have you no pity, what is her little flower-life to you? Why should you snatch it out of the sun " But Silencieux made no sign. Then Antony grew angry in his remorse: "I hate you, Silencieux. Never will I look on your face again.
One moment it seems built for eternity, marble-based and glittering with towers, the next, where it stood is lonely grass and dew, not a stone left. Ah, yes, how happy they had been; and then Antony by a heartless chance had seen Silencieux, and in an instant their happiness had been at an end for ever. Only a glance of the eyes and love is born, only a glance of the eyes, and alas! love must die.
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