A last look of her mirror at night ere she goes!’[5]
It is no less attractive when seen by moonlight.
‘Or to see it by moonlight—when mellowly shines
The light o’er its palaces, gardens, and shrines,
When the waterfalls gleam like a quick fall of stars,
And the nightingale’s hymn from the Isle of Chenars
Is broken by laughs and light echoes of feet
From the cool shining walks where the young people meet.’[6]
As we lingered under the shade of the green-leaved trees, I endeavoured to make a sketch, and thought I had succeeded pretty well. Seeing M’Kay pass near me, I called, and asked her how she liked my drawing. As she did not answer, I said,
‘You know where that is?’