13 (in the evening)

IN THE EVENING my little daughter heard a call from her companions below the window.

        She timidly went down the dark stairs holding a lamp in her hand, shielding it behind her veil.

 

I was sitting on my terrace in the star-lit night of March, when at a sudden cry I ran to see.

        Her lamp had gone out in the dark spiral staircase. I asked, 'Child, why did you cry?'

        From below she answered in distress, 'Father, I have lost myself!'

 

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