I was still a man, and, as I trembled to realise, she was still a woman.

Many waters cannot quench love; and love, which is the law of the world, was on my side.

I closed my eyes, and she sprang up on the background of the darkness, more beautiful than in life.

'Ah!' thought I, 'and you too, my dear, you too must carry away with you a picture, that you are still to behold again and still to embellish.

In the darkness of night, in the streets by day, still you are to have my voice and face, whispering, making love for me, encroaching on your shy heart.