“But in the sound of winds and waves
For evermore I heard thy tone,
Gazed down the mountain’s verdant slope,
And thought of thee, and thee alone.
“The eyes whose sparkling light I loved
Shone on me from the midnight stars,
The crimson of the lips once kissed
Glowed in the sunset’s rosy bars.”
The curtain fell to the crash of orchestra music and the crowded building began to be emptied and the lights turned low.
Both rose, and Cinthia’s father said, abruptly: