a flush spreads over all her face
as if a dream had crept through her gently
until she laughs aloud very softly
with a tremulous flutter of the lips.
"What amorous lips, Adalaisa,"
thinks Arnold. But he looks at her silently.
A great sigh swells through her, sleeping,
like a seawave, and fades to stillness.
"What sighs swell in your breast, Adalaisa,"
thinks Arnold. But he stares at her silently.