There may be ears to listen.
CALAF
[Distractedly]
Let them hear!—
Oh, he has held me, Barak, on his knee,
And as a little boy I clutched that beard
With playful fingers: golden brown it was
In those days, and the first bright silver hair
When I had found and plucked it out—, his eyes—
Oh, those poor staring eyes!—they laughed with light,