Night and day detesting this pale witch
Who came and went and charmed him.
So she thought,
Said Daniel, never answering her eyes.
For him there were no hours now save those dark ones
When the pair came. At midnight they would be there,
Faithful as moths; and every sunny morning,
Starting from his pillow, he would mutter:
“Tomorrow is today. Then I must go
To Dora, I must tell her.” Yet he waited