« I kissed you, when you were young, kissed you on your mouth! Now I kiss your feet, you are entirely mine! »
He vanished in the clear blue water.
Everything was still; the church bells stopped ringing; the last tones died away with the splendour of the red clouds.
« You are mine! » sounded in the deep. « You are mine! » sounded from on high, from the infinite.
How happy to fly from love to love, from earth to heaven!
A string broke, a cry of grief was heard, the icy kiss of death conquered; the prelude ended; so that the drama of life might commence, discord melted into harmony.
Hans Christian Andersen