The obscurity is outstretched all around and against us.
Together and alone we go into the following chambers of the night.

My eyes follow the sway of her body in her dress against the vaguely luminous background of the wall.

Amid the night her dress is night also; she is there--wholly! There is a singing in my ears; an anthem fills the world.
In the street, where there are no more wayfarers, she walks on the edge of the causeway.

So that my face may be on a level with hers, I walk beside her in the gutter, and the cold water enters my boots.
And that evening, inflated by mad longing, I am so triumphantly confident that I do not even remember to shake her hand.

By her door I said to her, "To-morrow," and she answered, "Yes." On one of the days which followed, finding myself free in the afternoon, I made my way to the great populous building of flats where she lives.