text:  Thither Seltanetta directed her steps: there she rested from the looks which so tormented her: all around was so still so soft so happy; and all augmented but the more her sadness: the light trembling on the wall the twittering of the swallows the murmur of the fountain melted into tears the load that weighed upon her breast and her sorrow dissolved into lamentation: Sekina went to pluck the pears which grew in abundance round the church; and Seltanetta could freely yield to nature