Only believe in me.' 'I can believe in you, but not in the impossible,' answered Lesbia, with measured accents.
The voice was silver-sweet, but passing cold.

Just then there was a rustling among the pine branches, and Lesbia looked round with a startled air.
'Is there any one listening ?' she exclaimed.

'What was that ?' 'Only the breath of heaven.

Oh, Lesbia, if you were but a little less wise, a little more trustful.

Do not be a dumb idol.