Never a night I fell asleep but 'twas you, you I lost last, and not myself.

When I have been sick the sting of my longing for you has dulled all my pain of body.

If I die I see not how that can die with me, for it is of my soul.

I see not why I must not bear it forever." "Lot, I must go!" "Listen, Madelon; you must listen.

When I have taken my solitary walks in the woods and pried into the secrets of the little wild things that live there in order to turn my mind from my own musing, I found always, always, that you were in them--I cannot tell you how, but you were, Madelon.