Knit! knit! knitting every one!
We are the tricoteuses!
The skein we knit is ravelled out full soon!
Knit! knit! the knitting now is done!
Yvette
The light is growing in the east! My heart
It is so full I cannot speak to thee!
De Vardes
Put thou thine arms about my neck, Yvette,
And lay thy head upon thy lover’s heart,