FEEL THY release in the air, O bird, let not thy wings be timid. Yield not to the lure of the nest, to the enchantment of the night. Dost thou not feel the hidden hope that hums in thy dream when thou sleepest and in the expectant dark of the dawn the silent promise that reveals itself as it rends the veil from the face of the bud.
THE DAY THAT stands between you and me makes her last bow of farewell. The night draws her veil over her face, and hides the one lamp burning in my chamber. Your dark servant comes noiselessly and spreads the bridal carpet for you to take your seat there alone with me in the wordless silence till night is done.