Peter Paul Rubens Samson and Delilah

Peter Paul Rubens Samson and DelilahJohn William Waterhouse Gather ye rosebuds while ye mayJohn William Waterhouse Waterhouse Narcissus
Brings goo d fortun e.
Spying about with sharp eyes
Like a tiger with insatiable craving.
That seemed encouraging. She read on, following the commentary through the mazy paths it led her on, until she came to: Keeping still is the mountain; it is a bypath; it means little stones, doors, and openings.
She had to guess. The mention of "openings" recalled the mysterious window in the air through which she had entered this world; , lying hazy in the evening light. To her right a scree of small rocks and gravel sloped up to a cliff of crumbling limestone.
Wearily she hoisted her rucksack again and set her foot on the next flat stone, but before she even transferred her weight, she stopped. The light was catching something curious, and she shaded her eyes against the glare from the scree and tried to find it again.
"And there it was: like a sheet of glass hanging unsupported in the air, but glass with and the first words seemed to say that she should go upward.Both puzzled and encouraged, she packed the book and the yarrow stalks away and set off up the path.Four hours later she was very hot and tired. The sun was low over the horizon. The rough track she was following had petered out, and she was clambering with more and more discomfort among tumbled boulders and smaller stones. To her left the slope fell away toward a landscape of olive and lemon groves, of poorly tended vineyards and abandoned windmills