This very day. The candles answer “yes,”
The music’s merry din; do you too say it!
I ask not for my own sake, but you know—
Nay, nay, you know it not, you have forgotten,
Perhaps you’ve had a dream that she is buried,
Else had you not concealed from her the news.
Ah but your dream was tricksy, for she sits
Ever in the old corner where she sat
When once she blessed you——
Mar.