That thou dost walk at dawn a woodnymph wild.
Here will I seal upon thy foam-white brow
My flame again, which burns like yonder orb.
Odora! speak to me! thy voice is sweet,
As sounds of rescue to a ship-wrecked soul.
Scene II.—Lover in a gorgeous Saloon in a great City—Evening—Enter Odora—Lover speaks.
Again I meet my love. 'Tis wondrous bliss,
That such a Moon shines on my spirit's night.
Like yonder moon, at times, she disappears;—
But still the virtue of her visit stays,