MIMI. Forth from each nest
Comes a murmur of birdlets!
RUD. and MIMI. When the hawthorn-bough's in blossom,
When we have the glorious sun,
Murmur the silver fountains,
The breezes of the evening
Waft fragrant balsams
To the world and its sorrow.
Shall we await another spring?
MIMI. (_moving away with _RUDOLPH) Always yours forever!
RUD. and MIMI. Our time for parting's when the roses blow!
MIMI. Ah! that our winter might last forever!
RUD. and MIMI. Our time for parting's when the roses blow!
ACT IV
"At that period, indeed, for some time past, the friends had led lonely lives.
"Musetta had once more become a sort of semi-official personage; for three or four months Marcel had never met her.
"And Mimi, too, no word of her had Rudolph ever heard except when he talked about her to himself when he was alone.